The sax is doing a lot of the heavy lifting here. Billie's voice slightly cracked and frayed around the edges, just enough to let the sunshine in. The tragedy is there for all to see though. Too much booze, not enough OJ. There but for the grace of God walk us all.

And still the classics keep coming. They Can't Take That Away From Me, Let's Call the Whole Thing Off. Yet the unmistakable air of melancholy pervades everything. I guess the other interesting thing is that loads of these songs were actually written in the 30's, so were pretty much standards by the time Billie came to sing them twenty years later.

It's a depressing listen for me. Gilbert Milstein of the NYT wrote in his retrospective: " The worms of every kind of excess – drugs were only one – had eaten her." Time to move onwards, but perhaps not upwards.