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John Mayer, Phillip Phillips 

When: Fri., July 19, 7:30 p.m. 2013
Price: $30.50-199
John Mayer's "Say"—the schlocky ballad the singer/songwriter/skeeveball wrote for that cinematic dud The Bucket List, and which has lived an unnaturally long life in Hallmark ads and dentists' offices since—has got to be the most tepid, worthless piece of musical diarrhea ever committed to tape. Building off the endlessly repeated refrain, "say what you need to say," its trite lyrics are vague to the point of meaninglessness. Its feather-light, adult-contempo arrangement is similarly offensive in its inoffensiveness—it's the equivalent of Mayer squeezing out a silent fart in a crowded elevator, hoping no one will notice—but good lord, it stinks to unholy heights. This is a song unsuitable for weddings, children, or operating heavy machinery. It was designed to deliberately, cruelly chip away at the listener's well-being. The next time you hear it in the grocery aisle, complain to the store manager. There's no reason we need to put up with Mayer's shit for another second. NED LANNAMANN

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