This is a cruel joke, right, Bill? John Mayer on RP?

John, why have you chosen to cover this song? Acoustic rhythm is actually likeable but I really miss Thom Yorke\'s haunting melody here.

Most of his songs are starting to sound the same as the last one.

Mr. Mayer is very not interesting.

I couldn't agree with you more. It's baffling as to why he gets played at all (especially on RP) :(

hmmmm, what a pleasant voice.

I give the radiohead version of this song an 8, this version a 2. I just don\'t get John Mayer.....nothing ever happens in any of his songs.

There don\'t seem to be too many Johan Mayer fans on RP, but I still like him. :roll:

I like Radiohead. I don\'t like John Mayer. Sorry.

coooooooooooooooooooool! (pimp)

The way he\'s playing this, reminds me very much of improvising and recording, while in the meantime hoping inspiration arises and a good song comes out of it.

I like this version. But it is missing something.... not quite sure what.

here's amazon's editorial review of his album: "Singer-songwriter John Mayer fills his debut, Room for Squares, with pep talks to and advertisements for himself. Even when questioning his young life, Mayer's doubts come off glib; not one second of "Why Georgia" convinces that "the stirring in my soul" keeps the artiste awake at night. Between his Dave Matthews-wannabe vocals and the accomplished but bland lite rock of his band, he could be just as easily offering tunes for hire to a coming-of-age network series as making a stand for himself and his worldview. The premise of "City Love"--that Mayer couldn't find his way around Manhattan until finding a girlfriend to root him to the place--is nice but not edifying. "My Stupid Mouth" is similarly fuzzy; letting us in on just what he said to alienate a dinner partner would've gone a long way toward fleshing out the song's pat self-deprecation. Ultimately, Mayer comes off less like a commiserating friend than a blabbermouth who's forever forgetting there's someone else in the room. And instead of whining about a discarded lunch box ("83"), dude, learn to brown-bag it the way the rest of us did. --Rickey Wright"ay around Manhattan until finding a girlfriend to root him to the place--is nice but not edifying. "My Stupid Mouth" is similarly fuzzy; letting us in on just what he said to alienate a dinner partner would've gone a long way toward fleshing out the song's pat self-deprecation. Ultimately, Mayer comes off less like a commiserating friend than a blabbermouth who's forever forgetting there's someone else in the room. And instead of whining about a discarded lunch box ("83"), dude, learn to brown-bag it the way the rest of us did. --Rickey Wright"

I thought my friend's acoustic version of "Idioteque" (for playing/singing at the International House Cafe on Friday nights) was Weird-But-Good, but this is definitely up there in Weirdness/Goodness.