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Room for Squares Description:

• Amazon Sales Rank: #717 in Music
• Published on: 2001
• Released on: 2001-09-18
• Number of discs: 1
• Dimensions: .21 pounds

Customer Reviews:

Like A Breath Of Fresh Air
We all go through those periods when we look at our entire CD collection and say “YUCK!”. After that we say a silent prayer to the CD god to send us a new album to renew our faith in music. John Mayer’s ROOM FOR SQUARES hits the spot! You’ll be listening to his inner heart with every track. God bless this guy’s parents. They did a wonderful job!

As a songwriter, John has a very unique perspective. I can only compare it to Dar Williams in that it’s a hybrid or worldly wisdom and childlike innocence. It’s as though he’s experiencing everything he’s writing about for the first time and he’s thrilled with the new discoveries. The consistency is pretty solid too. Each track is well polished and beautifully worded.

His sound is that of shimmering pop, without the computers. His melodies are graceful and catchy as all get out. His voice has a similar timbre as Dave Matthews but (with all due respect) his falsetto is far better. There’s a clarity in John’s voice that I don’t experience in Dave’s either. The tones are both fun and reflective. Great album to clean your house to on a Saturday!

By buying this album you’re basically purchasing the diary of a bright eyed boy looking at the world through newly acquired adult eyes. It’s positively enchanting.

A CD that will leave you with a smile…
John Mayer has a voice that captures the sultry sound of Seal and recalls the crisp rhythyms of Dave Matthews. Take a listen to this CD and you will notice the influence of many genres and musicians: jazz, blues, R&B as well as rock. Mayers muisc is mellow enough to listen to when you are working and up enough that you will find yourself dancing in your chair without realizing it.

He is a classic songwriter… in what is a nice contrast to much of the mainstream music, his lyrics are not a streaming jumble of verbiage leaving you nothing but a vague sense of frustration, but words to relate to. His songs are truly artistic and expressive, showcasing the sometimes meloncholic beauty of life. His subject matter is of a wandering soul, for whom every experience is a new one. I could have skipped “No Such Thing” because I twitch whenever I hear the words “high school” but his point is a good one- draw your own lines, there is no real world. Likewise, all his songs are effective at delivering a message. In the catchy “Why Georgia” the message is a question we all ask, Where am I going? Life, “am I living it right”? Ever say something you wish you could take back? Johns answer is “My Stupid Mouth”. If you are a woman, you wish you were facing Johns singing, “Your Body Is A Wonderland” (me, personally, I’m jealous of whoever that might be). You’d swear you’ve had “Neon” in your collection forever, with a natural melody and an R&B/jazz feel that will have you singing along. If you can’t relate to these songs, you just aren’t human… “City Love” conveys the excitement of a new relationship, “83″- stolen innocence, “3×5″- a long distance relationship, “St. Patricks Day”- overrated singlehood and the dating scene. “Great Indoors” is Mayers version of yelling, ‘Carpe Diem!’ as well as suggesting we look inside ourselves. I did. Hearing one song, “Love Song For No One”, made me buy this album… I recommend you do the same.

If you like Train, Dave Matthews, Peter Gabriel, Sister Hazel or Seal, there is very good chance you will like this CD. And it will definitely leave you with a smile.

give him time
For a 4 star rating, you’d think I love the cd, but let me say a few things. I’ve read a bunch of these reviews and I must admit the comments are just as interesting as the music itself. He is hated and adored but not much in between. Many musician types (like me, but not me specifically) keep saying John Mayer is too teeny bopper with a guitar, or that he’s too sappy and gutless. The album does have some over-sentimentality that comes off as a bit gratuitous (but pleases females). John is a guy who can play the hell out of an acoustic guitar, HAPPENS to have a singing voice like Dave Matthews, and is apparently a little too easy-going. I very much admire his lyrical ability. He can say things in a very effective poignant way, although the lyrics can seem contrived at times. With lines like “I could have met you in a sand-box”, it’s evident he was thinking of how he could score as much tail as quickly as possible with the girls in Lit. Class.
I think what many critical people about the album are trying to say, but aren’t aware of is that John IS very talented but also too smart for his own good. In other words, he knows exactly what he’s doing when he plays the shy goofball (I do it all the time). If he is to ever gain full respect for his talent he will have to put aside all the nice, nostalgic things of his adolescence and start digging a little deeper. I’m sure this will come with age. For the moment he’s singing to all the good girls and boys, and middle aged moms, but eventually he will have to start singing solely for himself. I hope he does because he has a unique sound and perspective, though both have a little growing up to do. But that’s normal.

Amazon.com
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