In a perfect world I was to be up now writing a review – no doubt a frothing, rave review – of Randy Newman. I’d bought a ticket – I’d bought two (one for my dad as a birthday present) and we were going to go and see Randy Newman; his first time ever visiting New Zealand. But then the announcement a month ago that Randy Newman would not be coming. He was recovering from a recent operation and under the orders of the doctor he could not come to New Zealand and Australia and could only play live at the Oscars. He was nominated for two awards (best movie song and best movie score).
There’s talk that he’ll reschedule the dates – I bet that does not happen.
And, yes, yes, we got a refund.
But fuck I’m gutted. This was going to be the gig of the year, the concert of a lifetime.
He’s in his mid-70s and it’s a long way to travel. And blah blah blah…
But I am fucking gutted.
Stubs is an occasional feature here at Off The Tracks – looking back through the ticket-stub box and remembering how the show went down.