i consider him folky. if there is anywhere his songs fit, it is here. tropical breezes and an umbrella in your drink and the afternoon call of whispering palms. relax. kick back and watch the surf and the girls. there is not a bar anywhere on the island you can't sample the house margarita. late in the day folks everywhere try a buffett song or two. a cheeseburger in paradise can be had by all. one of the best things about barefoot on the beach is that those blasted poptops are a thing of the past.--doodlezak, o'ahu, hawai'i