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‘Feeling at my most tortured … it can be a little phoney’

In a basement in San ­Francisco, Mark Eitzel is honing his sales pitch for his forthcoming tour.

“I’m like a fat, balding, alcoholic Tony Bennett, without the voice,” he deadpans. “I’m dreading the whole f***ing thing.