A mellow, soulful palate cleanser courtesy of CNS. I’m torn: On the one hand, this is the most mindless display of fawning obedience to The One since that creepy Demi Moore celebrity pledge video. On the other hand, the guy’s 82 and so soft-spoken that knocking him would almost feel like taking a swing at grandpa. Sure, I could make the obligatory “he left his heart in San Francisco, but where did he leave his brain?” joke — but what kind of man would that make me? I ask you.