It occurred to me, as it does occasionally, that despite my website having being inspired by Rufus Wainwright, in practice it isn’t much of a Rufus blog, is it? (Not that it was meant to be, really.) Anyway, here are a few bits to chew on: he is currently in Boston and will be interviewed tonight on WBUR’s On Point. Listen to the live audio stream at 8 p.m., or the archive when it becomes available.
He’s been touring with Ben Folds and Guster, and via the Rufus message board, I found an MP3, recorded last week at Wolf Trap, of him joining Ben for “Careless Whisper.” Everyone, sing along: “I’m never gonna dance again / Guilty feet have got no rhythm…”
Also last week he released a four-song EP called Waiting for a Want, which includes “The Art Teacher,” “Gay Messiah” (he’s been performing this song on tour for a while now, and it’s good to see it released finally), “The Love Affair,” and “Waiting for a Dream.” Last night Thom got the songs from iTunes, and I’ll be giving them a listen ASAP.
5 replies on “Rufus bits”
I’m so confused. I don’t know if I want Rufus, or if I want to be Rufus.
Rufus also seems to be confused about being Rufus and wanting Rufus. In a line in the new song ‘Waiting for a Dream’, dear Rufus sings:
Yesterday I heard they cloned a baby
Now can I finally sleep with me?
A chronic conundrum for one such as he, I shouldn’t wonder. 😉
I think I’m going to try to catch Rufus and kd lang with the Los Angeles Philharmonic at the Hollywood Bowl at the end of the month.
Caught Rufus and Ben Folds (minus the Five). The show was much funnier than you’d think. They made fun of one another quite a bit.
But my best Rufus memory is from 2000. Nerve.com had decided it should start a print version. Their third or fourth issue featured Rufus shirtless (yum), but with some sexy, near-naked woman draped all over his body.
As Rufus is gay, not bi, it seemed a rather misleading image. Nonetheless, I read the article. Huh. No mention of his sexuality at all. For a magazine about sex (albeit high-brow sex), it was startling.
The apt punishment, of course, was that the print magazine failed. I guess there is a god.
I thought the line in that song is Can I finally sleep with men?