Dear John Mayer,
Like a disapproving parent, always with the belief that
their child can reach their potential (But secretly knowing this is an
unachievable feat) if they actually put forward effort… I write this rant to
you.
Let’s be honest here. Let’s be really honest. Every single
one of your albums does have its hidden gem, its diamond it the rough, so to speak.
Do you know why? I do. It’s because you are a legitimately very talented
guitarist, you are well versed in the blues, and tracks like “Bold as Love” let
that shine. Your excellent skills revive well aged songs like “Crossroads” and “Free
Falling” in a wonderful fashion that make them appeal to both the musically
inept teenage fan-girl, and the older, more matured ear.
But then you go and screw it all up. You listen to your
executives, the people who threw you a bone with “Room for Squares” and you've been at their feet ever since. They groom you for stadium sized fan-girl
deafening “Your Baaaaa—ddyy is a Wonderlanndd” crap.
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| They told me this was stylish! |
The recurring problem is this – you are appealing to the mass,
which causes you to throw away a lot of your potential.
Then, you run away from your manly-tears, hugs and kisses
roots, and go in the other completely opposite direction. You wake up one morning
and decide to grow your hair out like you want to look like Johnny Depp with a
sense of fashion, but the end result is just a Neil Young who got lost in Urban
Outfitters.
You have potential. (See video above) Let’s be honest, do you want your legacy to be breakup songs about Jennifer Aniston, or do you want to go down in history with some of the greatest blues guitarists to have ever graced the stage? You can get there, you are there in many ways, tap into that.
Brett Stewart
Also, please refrain from obnoxious dialogues in the presence of greatness, especially if they are annoying said greatness. (See Video) Nevertheless, that's still some damn good guitar playing.
