ROCKER 50.1 —————– Ever wonder what it would be like if you lost the one thing that makes you who you are? So as it turns out, love of my life John Mayer had throat surgery a while back and I keep worrying that he won’t sound the same anymore. Like his voice won’t be as smoky smooth; something, I believe made him so goshdarn attractive – musically speaking of course. Would Pavarotti have had that boom of a voice had he lost about a hundred kilos? Would Barry White or Susan Boyle for that matter? And B.B. King, what would the world of blues have become if – God forbid – arthritis or a grim finger snatcher had afflicted the darling guy? And I bet that if Buble stopped smoking, he’d sound like a girly version of Dean Martin, from whom he gets so much inspiration. For some, maybe, losing everything is what gets them to where destiny intended them to be. Take other love of my life Jimi Hendrix for example; he had to die before he got the recognotion he trully deserved. I mean, nothing beats a posthumuous rock n roll hall of fame induction. And as they say imitation is the highest form of flattery. I agree because Jimi is by far one of the most covered musicians of all time. Talk about a musical poltergeist invasion. Now let’s talk Whinehouse. I gather that the absence of drugs in her life really messed things up for her. It affected her performances, the way she looked, her marriage even.