the object of my unconscious maliceIf you've been to a Canadian Invasion show lately, you may be aware of one of our new songs, entitled "Standing on the Shoulders of the Carcass of John Mayer." This song title, and the concept of the song itself, has taken a few people aback. "What has John Mayer ever done to you, Andy?" "What's not to like about those boyish good looks and those catchy radio songs?"
In order to set the record straight about this song, I must first tell you of a terrifyingly vivid dream I had that I was one of the guys from the documentary "American Movie":
Then, in that surreally logical way that dreams work, I felt compelled to kill John Mayer out of frustration with his entire world view. After I did this, I panicked, so I buried him in the yard (like you do) and then I paved over the yard with a basketball court.
But in an ironic twist, just as the first pickup game played atop John's body concludes, my girlfriend turns on the radio and--guess what--it's John Mayer.
So that is the mystery behind my perceived Mayer misanthropy. Needless to say, I never again ate at the Mexican place I ate at the night I had that dream...
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