Born and Raised (John Mayer)

I'm pretty sure I haven't told you about my ongoing relationship with John Mayer.  You know, the loose-lipped, womanizing, singer/songwriter who I've been listening to since I was fifteen?  Yep, that one.  He hasn't always had such a dodgy reputation and let's face it, after this many years together, I'm way too deeply invested to just stop being involved with him.  He used to be considered a nice, if not a bit eccentric guy who could kill it on the guitar.  And despite the fact that he's been a little more than inappropriate in his personal life in the past couple of years, I still happen to think that he's pretty darn interesting and, by any measure, an amazing guitarist and a great musician.

His new album, which had been delayed due to a granuloma on his vocal chords, has finally been given a release day of May 22nd.  Hooray!  It’s called Born and Raised and forgive me for totally digging the cover art:

It's totally old school and completely ignores the popular mid-century aesthetic that is all the rage right now.  It's real art, which is rare on album covers these days.  It's unexpected, but flawlessly executed and I love it.

Oh, and in case there was any doubt, yes, I am going to buy this album.  Because me and Johnny boy?  Well, we’re in this for the long haul.