Rick Raw: John Mayer Should Shut Up and Concentrate on Music–Another Rock Star is Exposed as a Whiny Jerk

By Rick Grant Commentary rickgrant01@comcast.net

Over the years I’ve interviewed innumerable so called "rock stars" and found them to be self-absorbed and suffering from fits of self esteem. Yes, I loathe rock idols for buying into their own hype and behaving like the world owes them something.

Not surprisingly, they turn out to be snitty creeps who have nothing to contribute to society and wallow in their own bloated ego. Yet, they get filthy rich and live hedonistic lifestyles. And, if they live, they end up blithering idiots in their old age, like Ozzy Osbourne.

Lately, another rock star jerk, John Mayer has received an avalanche of negative press for his mouth problem–saying anything thing that comes to his mind, offering way too much information about himself. His "Playboy Magazine" interview is now infamous.

For some inexplicable reason, female movie stars are drawn to rock stars Women love the bad boy demeanor and rock stars exude it in spades. But notice they never stay with their rock star boyfriend. He’s too much in love with himself to share that love with his partner.

Recently, Mayer became the tabloid darling de jour for dating a gaggle of starlets, such as, Jennifer Anniston and Jessica Simpson, then dissing them in his "Playboy" interview, in which he called Simpson "sexual napalm."

In an incredibly stupid moment, Mayer used the N word when babbling about the fact that he hadn’t dated a black woman. Then he compared his genitals to a white supremacist. He prattled on by telling "Playboy" readers that he is a chronic masturbator–like his fans really wanted to know that.

In a Feb. 10th concert in Nashville, Mayer promised to "quit the media game," and return to doing what he does best, playing guitar and writing songs. But, between songs he babbled more gibberish about his music being about relationships ad nauseam.

The guy just won’t shut up about himself. A "Rolling Stone" photo depicted Mayer with his left arm covered with tattoos portraying a cliche sex-idol image. Funny, that photo was the talk of the gay community.

What happens to these musicians when they ascend to the top of the music business? In Mayer’s case, he’s so taken with himself he can’t help but talk about it. During a typical John Mayer concert, the girls on the front row dream about going back to his bus and giving themselves to their rock-god. All teenage girls go through their rock star phase. It’s a type of temporary insanity, driven by raging hormones.

Interestingly, all rock gods and mega-groups drew hordes of screaming teenage girls. The Beatles couldn’t hear themselves perform in many of their stadium concerts in the U.S. because of the high decibel level of screaming girls. They were mobbed everywhere they traveled.

Ditto for Elvis, who pioneered the screaming teenage girls phenomenon. His pelvic thrust was considered too vulgar to show on television. But the teenage girls in his audiences knew what it meant and every time he’d thrust his hips, girls fainted from sexual hysteria and yelled "give it to me, baby."

After the Elvis generation of young women grew up, they got married to accountants and became the Donna Reed generation–bored housewives wishing they found their Elvis, who could make them scream like banshees when that wicked pelvic thrust sent them to Venus.

John Mayer is just another boring rock star jerk who joins a rogue’s gallery of dumbasses relying on their good looks as their main reason for being. Mayer’s music is sometimes inspired, but he plays a lot of covers to make up for his lack of original songs.

Mayer just doesn’t have the passion that matches his talent. But he sure loves himself. My advice to Mayer: Shut up and use the energy you burn up on talking about yourself to write more songs.