I had never connected dude with some tunes I use to hum until he played his guitar so beautifully at the tribute to Michael Jackson. I remember wondering, “who is that?” So I looked him up. I love guitar music, and John Mayer seemed to be a master of the guitar.
Apparently, that’s all he has control over. It seems Mr. Mayer has a bad case of foot in mouth disease. It’s reported that he spouted off about some things in a Playboy interview that, let’s just say, are best not said publicly, especially if you depend on the public to pay for your guitar strings. The Playboy issue is upcoming. Might Mayer be out-going?
What did he say? Well, he talked about old loves Jennifer Anniston and Jessica Simpson. He implied that Jen was too old for him, but he still loved her (what’s that suppose to mean?). He said that Jessica was like sexual napalm (that’s dangerous, right?). Crude, Insulting and too personal. But ‘hole up, what really got the media and the net abuzz were his racial* comments . He talked about his “nigger-pass,” his choice of words for “hood-pass.” That’s supposed to be a reference to the fact that his music is so popular in the black community. When asked if black women came on to him, he said: “I don’t think I open myself to it. My dick is sort of like a white supremacist. I’ve got a Benetton heart and a fuckin’ David Duke cock. I’m going to start dating separately from my dick.” (Playboy )
Big deal. Who cares? It seems, once again, we are fair game for any wayward asswipe to build a controversial case. I mean how is it that I can be sitting around minding my own business, and out of the clear blue comes another inane comment about how desirable black women are, or not? I mean, are people out there really that caught up in who gets a woody, or not, at the sight of us? Is this one of their cocktail hour topics? Frankly, they could do me and countless other black women a favor — just keep us OUT of your gabfest, period. Even those of you, of any race, who profess to ‘love us,’ whether you know it or not that’s even divisive (though it sounds sweet). If you gotta shout it to the world like that, I can’t help but wonder, just who are you trying to convince, really? Not me. ‘Cause I know who I am, I know what and who appeals to me, and it’s not some insecure devolved narcissist whose most intimate relationship is with his hand.
Wrong chord, John. Don’t play it again.
Ok…here he is, in his own defense.