Turns out Beck can make heartbreaking music, even when he actually is doing fine. Dressed in all black except for the tiny white polka dots on his scarf, Beck sits in Silver Lake's popular Cafe Stella during a quiet Friday morning, holding his wide-brimmed fedora in his lap. He's wearing a lean, buttery motorcycle jacket, and his hair is close-cropped except for an asymmetrical shock of strawberry blond whose precise hue could be called - get it? - "mellow gold." The 43-year-old's sleek look is a far cry from the floppy knit cap, saggy jeans and overgrown page boy he sported when the world got its first look at him 20 years ago, bleating "soy un perdedor" to a mangled blues guitar sample. He still looks positively Beck-y - that is, whatever his style, he always is the coolest weirdo in the room.