I'm going to let you into a secret. When I'm at the gym – when I'm on the treadmill, diligently throwing myself up virtual staircases – I don't just listen to music. I project myself into the music that I'm listening to. It could be "The Jean Genie", say, or "Get It On" or "What'd I Say". I'm onstage, playing with Johnny Marr; there's a charity concert or else it's a soundcheck and now I've got hold of the piano and I'm doing Ray Charles, I'm testifying, while surrounded by a