Most will find this producer's studio daydream sterile at best and obnoxious at worst but I like the song about his shrink and am fascinated by his compulsion to defend his Manson connections. With the requisite display of wealth and taste he insists he's merely a spectator--why, he wouldn't even know about the hand jive if it weren't for Soul Train. Alternate title: It's Alright, Ma. I'm only watching. B