I used to possess grudging respect for John Mayer. He seemed pretty normal. I even bought one of his albums, and enjoyed it. In general, I like artists who get famous by writing and playing their own music, so I respect them. But now. What is he thinking? Jessica Simpson?! Come to your senses, man! Just Look Up! The spell will be broken! seriously.
Also, on my way to work this morning (arguments can be made that I live under a rock) I heard the James Blunt song "Goodbye My Lover" for the first time. That is without a doubt the saddest, most painful song I have ever heard. I now must own it, so I can, when necessary, wallow with skill. But not over John Mayer and Boobs Simpson. Michael Buble was edging John out in my heart anyway. sigh.