John Mayer’s Career Found Dead In Chicago Hotel Room

John Mayer

Some argue this cannot be the career of John Mayer as the head isn't big enough.

Chicago—The 13 year-long musical career of pop/blues singer/songwriter John Mayer was found unconscious and unresponsive in his room at The Drake Hotel yesterday morning around 8:30 am. Paramedics and firefighters responded to 911 calls but could not revive it. Mayer’s career was pronounced dead at 9:05 am.

The cause of the career’s demise is still under investigation, but to no one’s surprise, it appears to be self-inflicted, said Chicago Police Department officials.

The tumultuous career got its start in 1998 and often found itself in the media spotlight more for its love life and stupid comments to magazines, rather than its “talent.” Continue reading

No One Likes A Beer-Guzzling, Sobbing Streaker: A TDQ Q&A With Novelist & “People Magazine” Writer Kristin Harmel

Kristin Harmel

Photo by Robin Gage. (Beer-Guzzling, Sobbing, Streaker photo not available.)

This week, we spoke to novelist and People Magazine writer Kristin Harmel. The author of “Italian for Beginners” and “How to Sleep With a Movie Star” talked to us about time travel, the “Beatles” vs. “New Kids on the Block,” and being confused for Chubby Checker. So draw a warm bubble bath, light some scented candles and enjoy our TDQ Q&A with novelist Kristin Harmel:

The Daily Quarterly: How did you hear about thedailyquarterly.com?

Kristin Harmel: I’m pretty sure it was part of the discussion I had with my parents about the birds and the bees. That was just last year. Talk about a lot of information to take in! And now that I’m done with the Daily Quarterly part of that discussion, it’s time to go learn about the rest!

TDQ: How excited were you that The Daily Quarterly asked you for an interview?

Harmel: I’ve been eagerly awaiting this day. It’s why I write books. It’s why I write for magazines. It’s why I appear on national television. It’s all been part of my master plan to attract the attention of The Daily Quarterly. And now, the moment has arrived. I hardly know what to do in celebration. Have a drink, perhaps? Go streaking? I must wait, however, until the tears of joy have stopped streaming down my face. No one likes a beer-guzzling, sobbing streaker. Learned that the hard way. Continue reading