Half the time I don't have a clue what Rufus Wainwright is singing, and who gives a shit? his voice is a mellifluous opium den. go inside and next thing you know it's four days later and there's drool dangling from your chin to the floor. now this is a guy who simply is incapable of rushing a song. i bet they give him coke just to get him singing in the same measure as the band. he is behind the beat, dead center in ultra cool. and he holds the notes. sometimes i'm like "is this still this, note? holy shit, but in music school..." and rufus is like ihhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhdon't wanna hoooooooooooooooold youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
i heard he has a new album out and it's incredible, i'm gonna get it soon. i have the first two, and i used to own all his dad's albums (Loudon Wainwright) what's up with these wainwrights anyway? i mean, first loudon comes along, and you hear a guy singing about how he wants to be a lesbian, and THAT'S cool, but then his gay son shows up and makes you wonder if maybe the day he was conceived people in heaven looked around and went "hey, where'd Gershwin go?".