Randy Newman – review

Royal Festival Hall, LondonAs the interval in his two-and-a-half-hour show nears, Randy Newman encourages the audience to sing along to I'm Dead (But I Don't Know It). It paints a deeply unsympathetic portrait of a rock star long past his prime, still dolefully slogging around the live circuit. "Nobody is retiring from rock'n'roll the way they said they would," protests Newman, by way of introduction, though the song hardly needs much in the way of explication: "Why do I go on and on and on and ...

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