Wow, this is awful!! The late Andre Previn plays piano beautifully, but these "songs" he composed are inert drivel. It's tough to say which is worse -- Dory Previn's anemic lyrics or Feinstein's wheezy delivery. Feinstein poses yet he's incapable of emotional authenticity. Contrast his utterly blank reading of "You're Gonna Hear From Me" with the unabashed passion of Scott Walker's recording of the same song, or even with the wistful earnestness of Natalie Wood/Marni Nixon's performance from Inside Daisy Clover. MF brings **nothing** to the material, other than his flat narcissism. He owes his entire career to men who have even less taste than he does.