For his third album, Johnson sticks to the formula that worked so well on his previous two efforts. Unfortunately, while 2003's On And On seemed a logical extension of his 2001 debut, In Between Dreams comes off like a case of arrested development. His music still sounds like it came 30 years too late. The Cat Stevens-meets-James Taylor vibe so dear to granola girls' hearts still dominates, and though Johnson's lyrics sound effortless, I can't help feeling like I've heard it all before. Chalk it up to Johnson's busy family life or the time he spends focusing on his filmmaking career. Either way, In Between Dreams sounds too much like the work of someone whose creative well has run dry.