Every teenage girl at one stage or another has gone through a John Mayer ‘thing'. I'll admit here that I was one of them, who at one stage convinced themselves that he was the real thing because his three chord pop songs were based on tricky blues chords and his lyrics involved just enough abstract to pretend to be deep.


But thankfully all teenage girls grow up. And when they do, they become enlightened enough to notice that John Mayer is just a relatively good-looking millionaire whining about his life as a travelling troubadour.


But lately it seems like John Mayer has realised all his fans are out-growing him and has dedicated himself to a self-declared bold career move. By converting his solo show into the John Mayer Trio, Mayer is convinced he's bravely throwing away future Grammy Awards and Platinum Records to return to his credible roots of the blues guitar.


That sounds like a great idea. It's just a shame that the song does not live up to this ideal at all. Instead it sounds like all instruments are fighting for the volume button creating a busy congested sound.


The introduction, and the whole song in fact, features a catchy blues guitar riff that sounds a bit like the slow kid of Jimi Hendrix and Eric Clapton. With such big shoes to fill this bastard kid of a riff is lacking just the right chromosomes to carry this introduction anywhere and instead resolves to repeat it over and over and over . . . and over.


This repetition continues throughout the whole song and instead of being simplified to a chord progression, Mayer instead blatantly sings right over the top of his carefully crafted guitar part.


Considering how much money behinds Mayer these days it's surprising to hear that the production and mixing is also lacking. The bass is overpowering and way too loud for such a guitar based blues song. And the breathy vocals of Mayer do not match the sounds he's intending to put out.


Then we have the quasi-defiant lyrics. Lines like "I'm half of a boy but I'm twice the man" see Mayer trying to get away from the Wonderland-style sop to ask the rebellious question "Who did you think I was"? These lyrics also are filled with empty promises because they don't actually deliver anything other than wannabe bad ass material.


But hearing that breathy voice again transported me back into my teens and I became a bit nostalgic. I dug up a copy of Mayer's debut album Room for Squares and gave it a spin. I can no longer hear what it was I used to love but relatively it's still miles better than this new song.

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