Let's say you play your cards right and end up like John Mayer. Two decades in, you've amassed a solid run of hits and a devoted community of fans who will buy tickets any time you're in town. You've got some baggage; who doesn't? Some notable exes have painted damning portraits of you in a small playlist's worth of songs, and you've said a couple indefensible things to the press that follow you like hellhounds wherever you go.
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