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In a warm and candid conversation earlier this morning, legendary performer Sir Cliff Richard shared his excitement, gratitude, and enduring passion for music as he prepares to return to Australian shores after more than a decade. Speaking from London, the 84-year-old icon—who will turn 85 when the tour begins—reflected on his long absence from Australia and the extraordinary journey that has kept him traveling the world for over six decades.

With his signature charm, Cliff admitted that touring the globe with The Shadows meant covering countless countries and continents, leaving precious little time to revisit every corner of his international fanbase. “It’s been 12 years since I’ve visited you,” he said with a smile. “I was determined to do it again.” His return, then, is more than a tour—it is a reunion long awaited by generations of fans who have grown up with his voice, his films, and his unmistakable stage presence.

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When asked how he maintains his energy and youthful spirit, Cliff attributed it to a combination of luck, health, and deliberate self-care. Remarkably, he has avoided major illnesses throughout his life, spending just a single night in a hospital—“and that wasn’t even really for a sickness,” he joked. Now, at 84, he feels strong, capable, and motivated. “Watch out,” he warned playfully. “Still got plenty in the tank.”

A particularly touching moment came when Cliff spoke about his dear friend, the late Olivia Newton-John, who gave him a unique birthday gift that he still relies on today: a vocal coach’s training CD. The exercises aren’t glamorous, he admitted, laughing at the memory of making odd vocal sounds like “hello” and “goodbye” to warm up. Yet the method has become an essential ritual before every performance and studio session—evidence of the professionalism and discipline that have carried him through one of the longest and most successful careers in music history.

As anticipation builds for his Can’t Stop Me Now tour, Australian audiences are eager to know what to expect. Cliff hopes to craft a setlist that reflects both his timeless classics and the music he treasures most from later chapters of his career. He acknowledges that fans will forever love songs like Summer Holiday, Living Doll, and The Young Ones, and those staples are likely to appear. But he is equally enthusiastic about performing favorites from the 1970s onward, including Devil Woman and We Don’t Talk Anymore—tracks that showcase his evolution as an artist and his ability to move effortlessly across genres and decades.

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Despite the uncertainty of not having toured Australia in so long, Cliff remains optimistic and deeply grateful. “I’ve got my fingers crossed that we’ll choose the right songs,” he said. Judging by the enthusiasm already surrounding his return, there’s little doubt he will. After all, few artists have maintained such broad and lasting appeal, touching audiences across generations with music that feels timeless.

With heartfelt thanks and a promise to reconnect, Cliff closed with a personal message: he is not only looking forward to performing for Australia once again—he is eager to see familiar faces, old friends, and devoted fans who have stood by him through the decades. As the tour approaches, one thing is clear: Sir Cliff Richard may be turning 85, but his passion, energy, and legendary charm show no signs of slowing down.

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