Mayer Syndrome

I was having a conversation with a badass guitar player friend named Joel Green about badass guitar player Orianthi.

No.  We were not talking about how hot she is.  We were talking about how good of a guitar player she is.

I think she’s amazing.  He said, “Yeah, she can shred.  Kinda.”  I asked if he really thought she could only “kinda shred.”  His response was, “Maybe it’s Mayer Syndrome and I just need to hear her more to have an informed opinion.”
“What’s ‘Mayer Syndrome’,” I asked, fearing that my friend contracted a new STD that was so vile and new that it could only be named after John Mayer.
His response was, “The first few times I heard John Mayer I thought he was lame.  Then, the more I learned about him I discovered he was a badass.  I made up the name.  I think I’m going to put it into effect.”

So I decided to help him out by writing this blog.  I bring you, via Joel Green, the new term “Mayer Syndrome.”

Because discovering more about John Mayer is involved in this new trend I must point out that there are side effects to “Mayer Syndrome” which include: “Prolonged exposure to douchey-ness, walk of shame disease and tongue mouth.”

For the record, I’m a fan of John Mayer’s amazing guitar playing and well-crafted songs.  Particularly those on Continuum.  As you can gather, I’m not a fan of his douchey-ness.
Sorry, John, but when you give a Playboy interview like that it’s the print equivalent to the saying, “Never meet your heroes.”

But I’m not too sorry because he’ll just dry his tears with Bombshell McGee’s tatted rear-end.  I’m saying he’ll just hook up with a skank and think he’s living the life.