DIAF, John Mayer.
Never in my life have I gone from such total adoration to despising someone this much. I want to obliterate everything praiseworthy I’ve ever said about this fucker from the face of the internet.
Who says John Mayer can’t be a pretentious asshole?
It was John Mayer’s humility that initially drew me to his music, his ability to connect with me as a human being that made his songs so intensely important to me, and I can’t help feeling that somewhere along the way, that got lost. At long last, he is finally becoming the trite adult contemporary fodder he’s always been accused of, and it makes me more sad than I can possibly say.
