What is John Mayer's most successful song

Rock: John Mayer, who's a big boy, discovers the blues

What should a poor, highly gifted boy do, who can sing like Marvin Gaye, who can make the Stratocaster sing like a mature Jimi Hendrix, who can write songs of sweet blues pain like the late Eric Clapton, and who also looks like the young one Johnny Depp?

He can make millions of dollars with gorgeous songs. But that would be too easy. John Mayer is the American darling of the gods who, with the first three albums in five years, has delighted women in particular and driven rock critics into the contempt that they reserve for sissies, beautiful people and Popheinis: those who can and do better need to know like Phil Collins, Sting, Paul McCartney for the completely disrespectful.

A whiner plays the blues

John Mayer (29) is regarded by the strict gentlemen as the revenant of Peter Frampton, who burned up in beautiful obscurity in 1976 after a sensational album ("Frampton Comes Alive"). It is true that Mayer plays as a singer and guitarist in a different, namely the top league. But for many it remained with the devastating verdict of the "touchy-feely saccarine-sensitive singer-songwriter: the King of Sissy Rock". Ironically, "Your Body is a Wonderland" earned Mayer a Grammy in 2003 for best male pop singing and the undying adoration of every girl who hates her body.

Mayer now has five Grammys. Most recently this year for "Continuum" (Best Pop Vocal Album) and Best Vocals on "Waiting on the World To Change". But even before that, he shamed his critics by tacitly agreeing with them. In May 2005, Mayer founded a blues trio with bassist Gino Palladino and drummer Steve Jordan as a therapy against his late reading melodies. The live album "Try!" was, to the horror of his label, a bit of rehabilitation as a serious blues guitarist.

That same year he played with B. B. King, Barry Guy, Eric Clapton and John Scofield the jazz guitarist, and toured with Herbie Hancock. That should be enough as a reference. Especially since such recordings were collector's items for the pop star John Mayer, which did not come close to the three million copies of his debut "Room for Squares" sold. It didn't help his new image when "Daughters", a small, fine masterpiece in the tradition of "Blackbird", which encourages fathers to be nice to their daughters, was named "Song of the Year" in 2005.

Mayer and the "vultures" of the rainbow press

Whatever timid initial credit he might have collected with his blues collaborations was used up within days in the spring of 2006 when John Mayer got caught up in the rainbow press. Namely through an affair with the singer and actress Jessica Simpson, who is not satisfactory among music critics and adults at all.

Simpson, 27, looks like Barbie and is famous for being famous. The tabloids love her when she claims ("My boobs are real!") That everything about her is real, a real wonderland, so to speak. The affair, wildly authenticated by paparazzi - Mayer dedicated his wonderfully evil "Vultures" to them - oscillated for nine months.

In the spring, when the "Continuum" tour began, she appeared at some of his concerts to the annoyance of his female fans. Then Jessica Simpson disappeared from Mayer's circle. And those who were benevolent to him would shamelessly congratulate him. In addition, word got around that "Continuum" was a fantastic album with the edges, hardness and noble acidity that it had always lacked.

The new Eric Clapton

The boy from Connecticut with the most beautiful, blackest head voice in the business, who at the age of 15 Steve Ray Vaughan (he wears a tattoo "SRV"), the guitar hero from Texas who died far too early, has never heard of authentic blues rock approached greater passion. "Eric Clapton knows that I'm stealing from him and he takes it cool," writes Mayer on the cover.