I often wonder if I’m the only person on the planet who thinks John Mayer sucks. Sometimes I feel so lonely with this sentiment and I will search the wide world over for somebody else who agrees with this statement: Your Body is a Wonderland is the most irritating song ever penned. Knowing that it was written for Jennifer Love Hewitt makes me throw up in my mouth.
John Mayer is one of the few people I would actually punch in the face. Yes, that is what I would do if I had a second with him. I would punch him the face because he makes music for people who clearly don’t like music. His music sounds like the dreary crap that’s always playing in doctor’s offices. As a matter of fact, I heard Waiting on the World, while sitting in a doctor’s office just last week. As if sitting in a waiting room wasn’t bad enough.
I’m not quite sure what brought on this rant, but John Mayer’s driveledy shit plays in my personal hell along with Dave Matthews Band, Jack Johnson, and Norah Jones.
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John Mayer makes me sad because he has such talent, but he doesn’t use it for good. I don’t hate all his music, but have you ever heard him as The John Mayer Trio? It’s fantastic, a million times better than any of his regular albums and just full of amazing guitar playing.
Plus, you’ve sorta got to respect him when he makes videos like this recognizing his reputation.
And one more piece of evidence in favor of John Mayer. Questlove did an interview in August of 2003 talking about all sorts of topics. ?uestlove is the drummer and producer for The Roots, probably the best hip-hop bands of all time. I personally respect him musically. And he had this to say about an experience of recording with John Mayer (this was a tangent during a discussion about the recording of D’Angelo’s masterpiece Voodoo):
John Mayer is incredibly underrated. Ohmigod. Severely. His whole Abercrombie and Fitch, nice guy, moms love him, that’s whatever. He wants to do his Voodoo so bad it hurts. I just finished workin with him and the songs we were doin were John Mayer–esque, but it was the stuff we were doin in between. I mean, it was like Voodoo all over again. We worked on his song for an hour, and then we worked on five other songs that were just crazy awesome. Then my manager calls and says, “How’s it going?” I say, “Man I ain’t had this much fun since Voodoo. Man, we did this one song, and then we created like five other songs.” He said, “Whoa, whoa. How many songs you work on?” I’m casually like, “Maybe six.” The next day all the jamming stopped. His manager was like, “Do the song you’re supposed to do. All this extracurricular jamming you’re doing is costing us money.”