I had a scary thought while watching/listening to this one, Looking for the Summer: would I sell my soul to have this voice? For an instant "yes" seemed a real possibility. This man is scandalously under-appreciated. I was so knocked out by "The Blue Cafe" that I went to Amazon to buy it and found that it's out of print in this country, and available only as a $30-plus import. I'm not sure whether that says more about the record industry or about the taste of the American public. Pre-TypePad