Although I am reliably told it is a 'classic', before I saw the new West End revival, the only things I knew about Sweeney Todd were the two words 'Sweeney' and 'Todd'. I was the proverbial blank canvas going into the performance - I didn't know what to expect, what the story was, what the music was like: nothing.
Lana Del Rey was sitting behind me on my flight to Berlin this morning. I can empathise with being thrust into the spotlight before you've had a chance to catch yourself. Trying to grow as an artist and a person under intense scrutiny is a nightmare. Some people seem desperate to label her as a fake. Why can't it just be a good tune sung by a beautiful girl?