Sometimes I'm grateful that I live by myself. This weekend for example, just having picked up John Mayer's Continuum, I have been listening to it nearly continuously and, unable to resist the urges, bustin' a move or two in the living room. Make that grooving all weekend long -- while doing dishes, or hanging out in the living room, or cleaning up endless piles of papers or trying to get some work done in my office. (Don't get me wrong. I'm a fair bit better than Elaine's notable moves in a certain Seinfeld episode. But these particular steps won't been seen in public.) Nonetheless, John's new disc is quite enjoyable.