Woe, woe, woe to thee that thinks that just because some guy is a swanky TV star that he should be allowed to front a band. Woe also to the perfectly good musicians that are seduced by the glitter of Miami Vice to back up such a person, who also uses the phrase, "Woe, woe, woe" (or it's maybe "Whoa, whoa, whoa") an awful lot in his songs.

With lyrics like, "With a six-pack of Bud (or is it fun?)/I'm like a loaded gun" and basically everything in "Love Roulette," it's pretty obvious that the man has no business anywhere near paper and crayon.

Unfortunately, he not only tries his hand at writing some of this tripe, he also does flat, melodramatic covers of songs by Bob Seger and Tom Petty as well. And how the hell did he get Bonny Raitt, Dickey Betts, and Willie Nelson involved in this? What does he have on these people that the tabloids would more than likely kill for? It must be big--woe, woe....whoa. But damned if he don't look saucy in the liner photos.