12 Songs, 43 Minutes

EDITORS’ NOTES

On the surface, John Mayer already has everything: guitar-god status, an honorary membership with the Grateful Dead, a trove of GRAMMY®s and Rolexes. But everything feels like nothing when you don't have someone to share it with, especially when you’re nearing 40 and humbled by heartbreak. This album is about his quest for forgiveness, companionship, family, and meaning—the real everything. In classic Mayer fashion, it’s deeply sentimental and a little existential. On “In the Blood,” he ponders his fate with his heart on his sleeve: “How much of my mother has my mother left in me? How much of my love will be insane to some degree? And what about this feeling that I’m never good enough? Will it wash out in the water or is it always in the blood?”

EDITORS’ NOTES

On the surface, John Mayer already has everything: guitar-god status, an honorary membership with the Grateful Dead, a trove of GRAMMY®s and Rolexes. But everything feels like nothing when you don't have someone to share it with, especially when you’re nearing 40 and humbled by heartbreak. This album is about his quest for forgiveness, companionship, family, and meaning—the real everything. In classic Mayer fashion, it’s deeply sentimental and a little existential. On “In the Blood,” he ponders his fate with his heart on his sleeve: “How much of my mother has my mother left in me? How much of my love will be insane to some degree? And what about this feeling that I’m never good enough? Will it wash out in the water or is it always in the blood?”

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