The Problem Of Rufus
Maybe the most unpleasant moment of my recent trip to Mexico (there weren't many) was a brief musical summit with QTA, Shantytown and Toons 'N Tunes out at a beachfront restaurant, where we were enjoying multiple margaritas and lusting after a hot waiter. The subject turned to Rufus Wainwright; I quickly discovered that I was trapped in a Rufus Hater Convention. Which is cool...I realize that many people dislike him (his voice, his music, his effeminacy, etc.). But for me, I am always amazed by his songwriting chops, his expressiveness, and his iconoclastic, off-kilter showmanship. He's essentially a hot gay nerd with a show queen heart, and his influences filter through his art in fascinating ways. With his live concert CD and DVD about to be released next week, I think Rufus' strengths AND weaknesses will be on glorious display. Like in this promo video, for instance...sure, he's no Judy Garland, but what he's doing remains odd, postmodern and interesting. At least, it is to me.