Back at the big piano; back in the bowler. No more art, no more design; just a photo. And uh-oh: new label. But it's not a smaller label as such; it was a division of Decca. But there's something about this cover that says he was appealing to the Lawrence Welk crowd again, the demographic from which he had sprung, and who were now looking for some audio comfort in a pop-culture world that was leaving them behind. "Java" was probably as hip as it got.

After this, or perhaps one more, the albums stop. For a while.

And then . . .