Can I just take a moment to comment on how much I truly loathe and despise the aural valium that is John Mayer’s song Waiting on the World to Change?
Every time I hear its opening chords, as my hand goes flying to the radio to make the pain stop, I just think, “Dude, you’re a successful pop star. People are pointing microphones and television cameras at you all the fucking time. You are not powerless. If you don’t like the way things are in the world at the moment, open your mouth and speak out! Don’t just sit there waiting on the world to change, get off your ass and change it.”
Then I pop a Billy Bragg tape into the tape deck (it’s an old car) and the pain magically goes away.