By the cringe, Rick Wakeman blew my socks off at the Paramount in Huntington tonight.

His Elenor Rigby by McCartney/Prokofiev was an absolute belter.

How are his fingers still able to play these pieces he wrote in the 1970s, when prog rockers got paid by the note? My hands ached just watching, and I can’t play.

If you haven’t caught his one man show yet, do yourself a favour and do so.