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Or should we say... Jump Street. Hey-oh! We will, literally, be here all week. Here we have the world's greatest interview subject, John Mayer, arriving at LAX, looking very, very '90s Johnny Depp. I practically expect to see a "Heathers"-era Winona Ryder somewhere in the background.
You know who I feel bad for? The guy who sits next to John Mayer on the flight. Because, given the way he looks, you just know that Mayer's the type of dude to wait for you to look up from your copy of "The Girl Who Kicked The Hornet's Nest," make eye contact with you and proceed to go on a cross-country-flight-long monologue about his journey and how powerful and mysterious and magical the universe is. Or at least that's what I'm getting from his facial hair.
Actually, given everything I've read about John Mayer, 1996 facial hair or not, he would probably be pretty good flight company. You just know that guy has some stories to tell.