You wonder whether All Or Nothing At All might be a good epitaph for quite a few who have burned brightly from Billie to Amy to Kurt and so on. 100% or nothing. Better to burn out than to fade away, all of those old cliches. Billie sounds instantly more at home here, somehow more supported by the arrangements, flowing from solo to solo.

And so we arrive at April in Paris, perhaps working backwards from Autumn in New York. Nothing wrong with either, I don't imagine. There's a few creaks and cracks creeping in, but like a good whisky, that's not always the end of the story.

All Or Nothing At All. I could imagine a cracking cover of this by someone motorik, Someone really pushing it along. Love Is Here To Stay, a song from the 30s, 20 years prior, and what a 20 year it turned out to be.

And just like that the line comes in which my dad has been singing since I was a kid - in time the Rockies may crumble, Gibraltar may tumble, they're only made of clay, but our love is here to stay. Poetry dressed up as schmaltz, cornball truths.