Success as an Academy Award-winning film composer seems to have only sharpened Randy Newmans deliciously caustic narratives and occasional romantic swoons. He no doubt relishes the fact that his melodic brilliance, once overshadowed by his sly skewering of human foibles, brought him fortune in the glamour capital he once drew such delight in lampooning. One of the few who can sustain an evenings entertainment with just his voice and a piano, Newman will dip into his rich catalog for still-ripe songs about self-hanging racists, devastating floods, sleazy back-alley hustlers and the fresh ache of love. But hell devote even more time to songs from the last two decades, concentrating on self-hanging corrupt politicians, sleazy front-page hustlers and the enduring ache of love. As always, his songs will prove the adage about how the truth hurtseven if it makes you laugh.
Tue., Oct. 14, 7:30 p.m., 2008