An album like this almost makes me understand why highbrows get drawn to Coe. In a way this tapestry of Coe's guts laying out for all to see is comparable to a Scott Walker album, but instead of twisting and transmogrifying music to express his inner workings, Coe just quilts together every existing music stuff he can to get his point across. Sorrowful wailing sad sax (on part three of "For Lover's Only", now taking a sorry twist), happy New Orleans music (on the title track), moody Doo Wop (on the cover of the Jerry Butler/Curtis Mayfield Vee Jay classic "For Your Precious Love," peppy Bluegrass (on "Blue Grass Morning," a pot pun), it's all here. And if the extended letter to the fans, explaining his recent divorce and his recovery, weren't enough, there are more spoken intros and recitations than you can shake divorce papers at. I guess depending on how well this works to you, if it's cohesive or if it's a mess, you could either see him as a genius or a fool. This album also features the lushly orchestrated "Mona Lisa Lost Her Smile," a giant hit for Coe.