A couple of years ago I used to write for a nearly non-existent music magazine that’s barely worth mentioning. But I do because, to this story at least, it’s semi-relevant.
While working for this magazine I was given the opportunity to interview a few smaller names and a couple fairly well-knowns. Everyone I ever worked with was gracious and kind and more than willing to answer any stupid or insignificant question, even if I was with a magazine that none of them had heard of.
It’s called class, fan appreciation, whatever.. John Mayer doesn’t have it!
During an interview with NyMag he let his douche flag fly over and over and over again-
What do you think about health care? Would you take the public option?
“Have you ever heard me play guitar? I’m really fucking good. You know what I’m bad at? Answering questions about public health care. This is not in my wheelhouse. Do you have any questions about music? I almost got a mad need to lighten up. You need to lighten up, because the questions you asked me were all trouble-making questions. If someone gave me the Nobel Peace Prize, and I didn’t deserve it, I would just shut my mouth and enjoy the hell out of it. What’s he going to do, send it back? It’s like I’m getting a wrongful bulge in my pants and everyone’s thinking I’ve got a nine-inch cock. I’m not going to argue with them, I’m going to let them think I have a nine-inch cock.”
What do you think about guys with seventies mustaches?
“I don’t give a fuck about who wears their face what way. If I could grow a beard, I’d have some nutty things going on on my face.”
You can’t grow a beard?
“It’s a pituitary thing. I know you’re not that much of a moron.”
These are questions my editor wanted me to ask. I’m trying to build my journalistic career here.
“You’re not building a journalistic career. You’re making yourself look like a moron and you’re not a moron. Who’s your editor?”
Jada.
“Jada is making you sound like a moron in front of people.”
See what I mean?! What a scumbag right?!
And I know that’s some of you are going to be like “Oh, he’s just kidding, he’s so funny.. You just don’t know him!”
But you’re wrong – he’s a fuckstick. Full on, classless creep-a-zoid supreme.
He ended the interview with this jem-
Is there hope behind the heartbreak?
“The melody is the hope. The lyrics are the heartbreak, the melody is the hope. If you have the lyrics being the heartbreak and the music as the heartbreak, your editor made you ask stupid fucking questions! You’re standing in front of me acting as if these questions are fair, but now we’re talking about something real. So there was stuff I wanted to put on the record that just didn’t fit the concept. So the next record will have that concept.”
What concept?
“More political things, worldly things.”
Such as?
“Nothing rhymed with public option.”
You don’t always have to rhyme, though.
“I’m going to forcefully sodomize your editor.”
If I didn’t hate him before – I hate him now.
*sigh*
Tig
