The MOJO Interview: Todd Rundgren

TWO DAYS AFTER a throat-shredding three-night stand at London's Jazz Café, Todd Harry Rundgren seems relieved merely to be talking. Still sporting multi-coloured – black 'n' blond – hair at 63, he sinks into a chair in a Holiday Inn in Camden. A little hoarse, a little distant and clearly very tired, Todd is nonetheless in great shape for an elder statesman and remains in full possession of one of rock's sharpest minds.