I've been listening to his last/latest album, "Ghost On The Canvas". It's just astonishingly great. I've been disappointed by most geriatric returns-to-form (Neil Diamond, Johnny Cash, Brian Wilson - and - *groan* - His Dylanosity, etc) but this one needs no "good for his age" qualifications. It's flat-out fantastic.

First up, there's no artful Rick Rubinesque "authenticity" here; the production is lush and clear. Second, his singing is beautifully judged. He's not straining, he hits the notes, he sounds just like you'd want the Wichita Lineman to sing, near the end of the line. Third, the songs are gorgeous, a beautifully constructed suite around the themes of growing old and looking back. Very emotional, but not over-emoting.

Glen apparently has Alzheimer's disease. It took eight years to kill my mum, and I can think of easier ways out. This will probably be his last album - to say that it ranks right up there with his greatest hits (and who had greater?) is not a sympathy vote. If you can still sing fragments of his heyday hits, you owe it to yourself to get this. Dim the lights, get a glass of brandy to drink to his health, and try to hold back the tears.

We are not worthy - Wrecking Crew guitar hotrodder, part-time Beach Boy, one of the greatest vocalists in pop - they don't make them like him any more.