Kevin Ayers doesn’t dress like a flashy English pop star, and his blond page-boy haircut probably could be styled a bit better. Nevertheless, when confronted with his astounding physical presence, even the most jaded reporter is struck dumb.

He stands six feet tall and possesses a stunning set of penetrating green eyes. No photo does him the proper justice. He has a reputation as a lady killer, and as an eccentric decadent who would rather lie around and drink white wine in the south of France than make records.