It’s not exactly hate, but no sleep would be lost here if James Taylor were run over in mid-song, by a runaway street sweeper, and run through the brushes.

Spat out against the curb.

It wouldn’t be bother me if his nasal, cauasia-blues tones never again slid out of tinny speaker at a coffee shop, or if the hippies that play shitty wine bars and cafes and bougie house parties simply forgot he existed. Then I could forget too, and be that much happier.

It’s not a question of specific negative associations, though there are a few of those. He is quite simply tedious and horrible.

Does this mean that my middle-aged, white guy card gets revoked? Of course not! Don’t be a twat. Middle-aged white guys never get questioned, firstly, and secondly, if the card were real then being a fan of James Taylor would absolutely be a requirement. Maybe one or two on the list.

Ugh, James Taylor is like eating mayonnaise out of the jar with a plastic spoon.