Mr. Isaak sings the blues.

It was only time that I succumbed to that sexy voice (or was it merely that it reminded me so much of Mr. Phoenix in Walk the Line) and now I cannot stop listening to Wicked Game. Perhaps it was the romantic in me finally emerging, or my reflexive response to Adam's strange but mildly charming predilection to listening to country music during mad bouts of sex, or that it takes me back to that video with Helena Christianson on the beach.

In any case, Mr. Isaak has successfully seduced me, 15 years after my parents canceled cable after having seen his video.