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John Clayton Mayer (/ˈmeɪ.ər/; born October 16, 1977) is an American singer-songwriter and producer. He was born in Bridgeport, Connecticut, and raised in nearby Fairfield. He attended Berklee College of Music in Boston, Massachusetts, but disenrolled and moved to Atlanta, Georgia, in 1997 with Clay Cook. Together, they formed a short-lived, two-man band called Lo-Fi Masters. After their split, Mayer continued to play local clubs—refining his skills and gaining a following. After his appearance at the 2001 South by Southwest Festival, he was signed to Aware Records, and then Columbia Records, which released his first EP, Inside Wants Out. His following two full-length albums—Room for Squares (2001) and Heavier Things (2003)—did well commercially, achieving multi-platinum status. In 2003, he won the Grammy Award for Best Male Pop Vocal Performance for the single "Your Body Is a Wonderland".
Though Mayer started his career mainly performing acoustic rock, he began moving towards the blues genre that had originally influenced him as a musician. By 2005, he was collaborating with blues artists such as B. B. King, Buddy Guy, and Eric Clapton. Forming the John Mayer Trio, he released a live album in 2005 called Try!, and his third studio album Continuum in 2006. Both albums received wide critical acclaim, and Continuum earned Mayer a 2007 Grammy Award for Best Pop Vocal Album. He also won Best Male Pop Vocal Performance for "Waiting on the World to Change". That album was followed by Battle Studies in 2009, a return to pop, with a number-one grossing tour.
Wie wöhr't met nem Breef,
en dämm nix als de Sonn sching.
vierundzwanzich karötijem, pure Aujust
met Horizonte wolkelos un blau-blau,
einem janz ohne Bitterkeit,
janz ohne Frust.
Vun einem, dä uptank
endämm'e sich omluhrt
en rosa Brill ahn,
alles opsauch wie 'ne Schwamm.
Ich däät es janz jähn ens versööke,
ob ich sujet övverhaup noch kann.
Ne Breef voll Feijebäum, Zypresse un Pin'je,
nem Huus wie'n Mexiko.
Huh bovven om Birch,
zahnlose Hirte, die schon janz fröh am Morje
all Schoofe'n Zeeje verfluche
un'ner winzije Kirch,
die'n schwazze Oma blitzeblank hällt
un et nie ussjonn löht:
Dat ewije Leech.
Bunte Stöck am Strand,
wo Färv met omjerührt wood,
öm Boote ahnzomohle un'nem Fescherjeseech.
Dä Breef jing ahn dich un ahn die,
vun der'sch su off sing,
die niemals met der Meute bellt,
die suvill anders als suvill andre,
die nix versprich un trotzdem alles hällt.