There are many levels of stardom in pop singing, from the international superstars who play gigantic arenas to the obscure lounge singers who slog it out, nightly, at the local bars. Based on a scale of 1 to 10, singer Clint Holmes is about a "5."

The reasons for this rating were demonstrated in his show last night at Images (he will be appearing through Sunday). Holmes is an adequate performer -- he is always on key and he exudes a kind of plastic charm in his cute and chatty stage patter. On songs like "Let The Good Times Roll" "Maria," Holmes presented straight-forward interpretations that were engaging, if not exactly exciting. And when he went in to the aisles and began kissing the hands of his female listeners, the overflow crowd went wild.

The main problems with Clint Holmes is that he lacks any style or personality of his own. His imitations of stars such as Johnny Mathis were right on the mark, et when he tried to be himself, he seemed to be stuck for raw material. Likewise, he was right at home with the standard repertoire, but his original songs were merely formulaic versions of country pop, adhering closely to the MacDavis school of songwriting.

Clint Holmes is not an earth-shaking singer, but he does provide minor vocal tremors that are nontheless entertaining.