English singer cancels concert after 'falling ill' just hours before show
Rag'n'Bone Man – real name Rory Charles Graham – first rose to fame in 2016 with his single Human, with the album of the same name then becoming the fastest selling debut album by a male in the UK for the decade.
Soon after the 40-year-old from Eastbourne was named the British breakthrough act at the Brit Awards and won another Brit for the best British single for his break-out track.
He's since released two more albums and while the singer has been performing across Europe over the summer, he's had to cancel his latest show – which had been scheduled tonight in Lithuania.
A statement posted on his Instagram today explained: 'Show cancellation today. We're deeply sorry to let you know that today's concert in Kaunas has been cancelled as Rag'n'Bone Man has unfortunately fallen ill. He is currently seeking medical care and we wish him a speedy recovery.
'We know many of you were looking forward to the show and may have travelled or made special plans, we truly appreciate your understanding at this time. https://www.instagram.com/p/DNQY3kvIPzJ/
'Rory will be so upset to have to cancel this show and will be working hard to schedule a show in Lithuania soon.'
The post was also captioned: 'Today's concert in Kaunas has been cancelled due to Rag'n'Bone Man unfortunately falling ill. For ticket refunds, please contact your ticket distributor/the point of ticket sale from which you purchased.'
The musician is next set to perform in Poland at the Bittersweet Festival in Poznań later this week.
He was quickly met with messages of support from fans, who wished him a speedy recovery.
'We were about to leave home and drive to Kaunas when I got the email, very sad news but Rory's health is more important. Get better,' Sandra wrote.
'Take care and we're waiting for you,' Zax shared.
'Wishing u a speedy recovery man,' Helena added.
In an interview with Clash last year, he spoke about his love of touring. More Trending
'I think I just enjoy doing loads! I take on as much as possible to make this work,' he said.
'It is exhausting… but I love playing live. So, if you have to get up early, do the gruelling parts, then that's just the way it has to be, I guess.
'I've always loved it, and I still love it now – I don't feel any different than I did 10 years ago, to be honest.'
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