Joanne and I saw John Mayer tonight. I remember when John Mayer just came out. I was in high school. My friends liked him but I wrote him off as a fratboy-type Dave Matthews wannabe. (And you know how much I hate Dave Matthews. I want to put my head in a blender every time I hear his music.) But then there was that song about running through the ( Read more... )

I would like to open this entry with this amazing Hollywood Week story from Season 7 finalist Carly Smithson: "Because there was a shot of me in the ads for the new season, I'd been warned to come in disguise, to put on a baseball hat and cardigan. Well, my flight stopped in Vegas where I became very hot, so without thinking I took the cap and ( Read more... )

Man, John Mayer is a perfect post-modern celebrity. He plays guitar like a dervish, he writes sensitive songs, he sleeps with fans, he sleeps with other celebrities, he says things that are funny, he says things that are offensive. In trying to please everyone, trying to appeal to every quadrant, he has alienated everyone. Everything you could ever ( Read more... )