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
by Holly Day