Lately, I find myself feeling so disappointed in John Mayer, or at least John Mayer as the internet/media have portrayed him in the last year or two and it really makes me feel sad. John Mayer was a huge part of my musical life for such an intense period that I can’t even bother trying to determine how long it really was; what matters is how incredibly strong my…what, bond? with him was. And now it’s like we’re separated without either of us realizing that we had grown apart. I feel toward him the same feeling I have for my ex— remembering how good it was when it was good just hurts.
on another note it’s remarkable the way that music that was popular when i was younger, music i liked, changes/changed since I’ve grown up and started listening differently— since I started hearing lyrics and catching references and noticing things like meter and rhyme and intent and so on. one example of this is the old outkast song ms. jackson.
i always liked it as a younger kid, but i liked it the way i guess most kids like things— without actually listening to it. i knew the words to the chorus, and of course i knew that “forever ever? forever ever?” line but i didn’t know the song. now, though, i listen to it and i hear these things— what i interpret to be the song’s subject, the clever way that the two of them put lyrics together, the way their lyrics flow…and it’s just like, damn. this really is a good song. and it’s like i didn’t even know the song before it was on my mp3 player, before i turned eighteen (which was around the time when i started to seriously listen to music as opposed to just…hearing? “listening” with quotes around it? i don’t know).
eh. just a ramble.