We met when I showed her a song.”Let’s get the f–k out of here,” she said and came home with me. She was in the last six months of her life, raddled by vodka and Ritalin -nonetheless she’d lost none of her talent and charm or radiance. I fell in love with her and undertook to rescue her. It didn’t work, but I got an unparallelled close-up of this extraordinary woman..and was able to capture her between covers (no pun intended). The book contains a CD of one of our rehearsals at the piano -just us. Wow.