Dear John Mayer...[A letter from Middle Earth]
Posted by Dan "The Man" | | Posted On Nov 16, 2009 at 9:35 PM
Now I've really never liked John Mayer even when he would hang out with Eric Clapton, and Buddy Guy. To me he's always been this arrogant ass selling himself out. While I admit he has fantastic taste in cars, I still find him unacceptable. However, I have never been able to eloquently manifest my thoughts in my head on paper but luckily now I don't have to as some hobbit has done it for me. (Did you know that in New Zealand there are the three Orcs for every one person.)
Thing is, John Mayer, the reason you bugged me (and still bug me) is because you have created a cult where a bunch of people see you as a serious musician who just happened to take a shot at being a pop star because it was handed to you and then decided you would make a bid for seriousness on the side.
In fact, the way I put it last time was:
Mayer does not deserve the chance to redeem himself with his white-boy blues and folky guitar antics. He made his choice. He allowed the music industry to package him up. And he needs to stay in that box. And be that guy. He can try his best to be Michael Hedges or Pat Metheny. But he'll still be plying two-hand acoustic tapping on a custom harp-guitar to the sound of Your Body Is a Wonderland.
And I stand by that. But this is where I kick myself, John Mayer, I really do. I threw out a wee taunt to you, a slightly barbed challenge. I suggested that you made your sappy-pop bed when you signed your life away on the line. And I told you to quit pretending to put your alleged pedigree to use and go back to making music so lame I won't even be sent copies of it and won't have to try to form an opinion of it.
I concluded with the cheap shot (or Cold Shot perhaps, since you're a fan of Stevie Ray Vaughan) that your body of work is no wonderland.Hit the link for more.



