Went to see Rufus Wainwright in concert last night. It was a curious thing, all in all. The first act was a memorial of sorts to his recently departed mother, dark and morbid, not altogether cooked artistically, but interesting. In the second act he was more interactive with the audience, quite charming and sang things people know and love, and had a bit of a run about that days critique of his new opera. It was a good outing.
Here he is in a song that I love:
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