Once upon a time, there was a vocalist from England who was probably the greatest rock singer of his time (the late 1960s/early 1970s). He achieved some critical respect as lead singer of The Jeff Beck Group and The Faces and a couple of decent solo albums. However, he decided that critical acclaim and minor commercial success wasn’t enough … he needed greater fame. So my theory is that he went to the same crossroads that Robert Johnson went to many years ago and made a deal with Satan for commercial success. Satan’s deal was that this singer would record one legendary, phenomenal album (“Every Picture Tells a Story”) and then with each progressive album, the quality would go down slightly … and then keep going down. So, the next solo album (“Never a Dull Moment”) was pretty good, but not as good as the previous endeavor … and then, this once great vocalist would progressively get worse (1978’s “D’ya Think I’m Sexy?”) … and then hitting the bottom of the barrel with sub-Tom Jones / Broadway garbage during the 1990s and 2000s that paradoxically was ridiculously successful commercially. Rick Rubin, if you’re out there, another terrific singer on the artistic skids needs your help!!!!!