John Mayer has a knack for making me like genres I don’t usually dig.
Take ‘Vultures,’ a song from Mayer’s excellent 2006 album (Continuum), which sounds like a lost Steely Dan track.
I hate Steely Dan. OK, that’s a bit strong, but I definitely don’t like them. And yet I love ‘Vultures,’ and the rest of Continuum, which has the same general vibe.
I don’t know where John Mayer will end up when the history of pop music in the 21st century is written.
Will he be remembered more for his frat-boy antics and failed relationships or for his guitar chops that regularly put him onstage alongside idols such as B.B. King and Eric Clapton — legends who nod to his musical skills as very much in league with their own.
Best Songs of 2013 – #7
It’s like clockwork. John Mayer always wins me over with a melancholy finger-picked ballad.
On his most recent album, Paradise Valley, it was ‘Dear Marie,’ a simple blues track sung to a woman he knew as a kid (assuming the song is autobiographical).
John Mayer’s sixth studio album, Paradise Valley picks up where last year’s Born and Raised left off, and that’s a very good thing.
Mayer has settled into a country folk groove that suits him perfectly. His delicate guitar work and pretty melodies are tailor made for this back porch acoustic vibe. And he’s writing some of the best songs of his career.
#8 – Continuum – John Mayer
John Mayer usually goes over about as well as Milli Vanilli on this blog, but that won’t keep me from putting him out there.
Mayer’s third album, 2006’s Continuum, is particularly praiseworthy, and a record I have returned to again and again in the seven years since its release.
Top Songs of 2012 – #9
First things first… Merry Christmas, everyone! This post marks my fifth Christmas since starting the Song of the Day series, and I still haven’t missed a day.
Now, on to the matter at hand.
John Mayer returned to form this year with Born and Raised, his best album since 2006’s Continuum. The record has a laid-back 70s California vibe, complete with mentions of Joni Mitchell, Neil Young and Bob Dylan and backing vocals by David Crosby and Graham Nash.
Including this one, the last three songs I’ve featured have all mentioned the years 1982 or 1983. Surely that’s a coincidence, as each of these songs would work using any other year, but it’s striking nonetheless.
I was 11 in 1983, five years older than John Mayer, but I nonetheless share his fond memories of that much simpler and more carefree time.