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André sang along, in a rather hoarse voice. ‘When the night is cold, some get by but some get old…’

He turned the sound down and shot me a questioning look.

‘Fives Leaves Left.’ He nodded with pleasure. ‘Sjaak’s first LP, 1970, I think.’ Sjaak was his elder brother.

‘When he was out I always played this track, do you remember? I actually wasn’t allowed to touch his turntable. There were all kinds of scratches where I put the needle on, just before “Day is Done”. We were very young, weren’t we? Right away, I thought it was the greatest song I’d ever heard. And I still do. That guitar at the beginning, or those violins. I had no idea what the words were about. I do now.’

I didn’t understand why he was playing the track. ‘What a fabulous bike, André. A bit different from that old Raleigh of your father’s.’

He laughed mysteriously. ‘Pegoretti, hand-built. Dario Pegoretti is his name. I went to Caldonazzo, where he lives. Plays only jazz in his workshop. Love, man, love. I’ve never seen so much love. I just stood and watched and I never wanted to leave.’ Now ‘Day is Done’ sounded through the room in a jazz version. ‘Pegoretti is a jazz freak. I’m standing there and he puts this on, in a version by Brad Mehldau.’ I still didn’t understand.