Before us now, here at the end days, straddling a piano bench between ourselves and the millennium, we have Mr. Ezra Charles, pianist, songwriter and bandleader. Mr. Charles is a young-looking 55 years old, but starting nonetheless, in his own words, to sag a little. His vaguely roosterish head is still crowned with a thatch of yellow hair pointed, as always, away from his skull. There's a bit of Jerry Lee Lewis to the look, a dollop of Rod Stewart, a smidgen of Sting. Yet the man wearing the look is, unlike these forebears and contemporaries, the most consistently, and heatedly, critically reviled musician that Houston has ever known. I don't think you'd have much luck trying to... More >>>