What I saw, here, is a man who is not at all happy about being old.
He is not someone I adore: I have always found him too long-winded for my rather indifferent tastes.
But in the heart, as we know, no cross is missing.
And seeing him so vulnerable, human, almost like a singer ("I don't remember how to play") can only move me to immense respect.

Listen to the "Sound" of this record.
Above all, Ellade and Antonio.
My tastes.