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Oh my God, y’all: John Mayer—singer-songwriter, blues man, gigolo to the stars—compared his monster cock to a Klansman in a Playboy interview. Go on, seethe. Declare on Facebook how uncool you are with his words. Open iTunes and destar “Your Body is a Wonderland.” Done? Now shut up and listen: With Mayer, all that matters is what comes from his beautiful, sinewy fingers. Take “Neon,” from 2001’s Room for Squares. Can you hear that sweep-picked melody? The wacky syncopation? Jesus wrote that riff and taught it to Mayer while he slept. Now track down a DVD of 2004’s Crossroads Guitar Festival, in which Mayer establishes how much he’s like Stevie Ray Vaughan, except smoother, more literate, and with better dental hygiene. Finally, ask yourself: Do I really want to blackball the maker of such beautiful music for being too honest about his views on race?
JOHN MAYER PERFORMS WITH MICHAEL FRANTI & SPEARHEAD AT 8 P.M. AT THE VERIZON CENTER, 601 F ST. NW. (202) 661-5000.