I think we're making swing the point here, which is that the truly great albums are actually telling a story. That story has a narrative arc and, by pïssing about with the order, you destroy that narrative. In the case of Bloodon the Tracks, it's the story of a doomed relationship. It goes full circle from Tangled up in Blue to Shelter from the Storm and - Lily, Rosemary and the Jack of Hearts aside - it makes sense in that order. We lose that if we stop listening to albums.
No, not interested in their troubles, I'm afraid. I just want tunes I can tap the toes to and sing in my bath. Of course, these are far harder to come up with.
"Plenty of strikers can score goals," he said, gesturing to the famous old stands casting shadows around us.
"But a lot have found it difficult wearing the number 9 shirt for The Arsenal."