It’s weird how the inexorable march of time does things. For example and I bring this up for no particular reason, I like some of John Mayer’s music. I mean the old stuff, like pre-2004 exclusively, excepting Walt Grace for obvious reasons. Room For Squares is one of those Albums I Heard In College. You know the ones I mean, they’re with you forever, you never grow out of them, they never get old. I haven’t listened to Room For Squares in years but I guarantee I could still go word-for-word on half the tracks minimum. I was not ashamed of calling myself a John Mayer fan in this period, I taught myself weak lazy-man versions of his songs on my guitar and played them in front of people sometimes. In the interim since ~2004, John Mayer has revealed the kind of predictably and casually indifferent douchebaggery one would have no difficulty associating with a talented middle-class gen-x white guy from America and so now I hear this new band that is wonderful, that I am listening to on repeat for a week straight, and they resonate with that laid-back singer-songwriter space in my music palace and I think to myself “man, I’ve got the John Mayer feels” and then immediately think “shit do not say that out loud”. Well, too late, better angels. I said it.