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Saturday, June 09, 2007
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Current mood:  amused
Category: Music
ok, so ive seen rufus in concert a few times. He is always funny, always dressed like a true star, always entertaining. His 5 night run at the gramercy theater this week though may have topped everything i have seen before. 3 costume changes complete with rufus in drag, freighteningly resembling the ghost of judy garland, and the stunning performance of his new record, release the stars, this was a show for the record books for sure! here are some of my photos and videos. If you havent gone out and bought release the stars i HIGHLY recommend it. It is quite grand and nostalgic- plus who wouldnt want to see the liner note photos of rufus in Leiderhosen! starting the evening  costume change!  "Dinner at 8" my fav song off the new record. A bit butchered. Rufus said this was the hardest song he ever wrote and it took him a few tries to get it out. "Tulsa" going into "The Art Teacher (part 1)" "The Art Teacher" Part 2 and of course...the best part of the evening...Rufus doing Judy in full makeup and costume. it was simply priceless. I want to get a job dancing with him :0)   
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Tuesday, May 22, 2007
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i <3 damien rice. was sitting very high up and very far away, but here is a bit of my favorite song. he was stunning.
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Sunday, December 17, 2006
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Current mood:  nauseated
Stand in the cold dimensions and notice how the moon, half missing and broken seems to follow you home- to that doorstep again, right where you left it in your escape. your mission. the moon with that face of assurance seems to watch you car pull quietly away while i am left to breathe in the exhaust fumes. Thats what happens when one tries to get warm. and i watched you sleep after making love in those dishonest hours and i pretended that i was at your funeral. You were dead and you had the heat of my insides trapped in the wrinkles of your fingertips and the flesh of your mouth. your mouth. in this death you had your arm linked in mine and the wetness falling from my eyes breathing heavy did not wake you- and i traced the outline of your face in a place where no one knows what we have done. but the moon knows your path and its gentlemanly ways escorted me home to smoke and cold dinner that i never eat and the burden of the way i murder you over and over again. and your mouth. and on this dead end street the moon has come and gone now taking our secret and saving it for another night where theres nothing but numbered rooms and mens shamless death tears fatigue and day old makeup on the pillowcases that scream of similiar deaths and similiar mouths and similiar moons that never leave you alone.
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Saturday, December 16, 2006
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Current mood:  nostalgic
The Wainwright Family Christmas Hour Wednesday, December 13, 2006 at Carnegie Hall After a string of concerts this was a very pleasant way to welcome in the holiday season. In my attempt to get into the christmas spirit I met up with Adam (emily sadly missing this time) to watch Rufus be welcomed back to the wonderful and grand theater of Carnegie Hall. This show wasnt nearly as polished or rehearsed as the last one, but it was humble and friendly and made me feel for the first time this season, in the christmas spirit. Rufus, who stayed out of the spotlight for most of the evening, was supported by other rather fascinating characters: Laurie Anderson and her instruments that went unplayed, David Byrne, Jimmy Fallon, Linda Thompson, Lou Reed, the dude from third rock from the son, Mark Antony and his flailing hands that didnt even flail to the rythym and Teddy Thompson who spoke the real truth about christmas. The appearances of the Lumberjack and the hurdy gurdy are some of the highlights..because well it just goes to show you that your family is fucked up even if your rufus wainwright! Here is rufus in his elf-like hat with the lumberjack on background vocals. magical.  Here is the whole motley crew singing the closing song.  and this....well, this may be the most meaningful holiday song there is to me...
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Monday, September 11, 2006
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Current mood:  accomplished
second movement of moonlight sonata after first day of rehearsal....
Classics Dance Theater "Invitation to the Dance" coming October 7, 2006
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Saturday, July 15, 2006
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Current mood:  amused
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Saturday, July 15, 2006
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Current mood:  angry
This was quite a day! Check out this video "Wrong Side" by Strapping Young Lad. I am the one in the tutu! pretty fierce video for a pretty fierce band. see if you can find me!
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Friday, June 16, 2006
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June 15th, at Carnegie Hall. Rufus Wainwright re-creates the legendary 1961 Judy Garland Concert Q: Do you think younger audiences and your fans will go for this?
A: I don't think Judy is for everyone, but I do think that I am.
Last nights show at Carnegie Hall was AMAZING- magical even. Here are some photos and video from my view in the 4th row!!! I never thought id hear rufus singing "Thats entertainment!" and loved Marthas version of "Stormy Weather" Adam, you are right. I can throw out all of my CDs too and just live off of the memory of this show....
yea, i dont know how to rotate video.....   
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Wednesday, May 10, 2006
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Some of us have managed to hate what "they" have made of us. Inevitably we see the other as the reflection of the occasion of our own self division. The others have become installed in our hearts and we call them ourselves. Each person, not being himself either to himself or the other, just as the other is not himself to himself or to us, in being another for another recognizes himself in the other, nor the other in himself. Hence being at least a double absence, haunted by the ghost of his own murdered self, no wonder modern man is addicted to other persons, and the more addicted, the less satisfied, the more lonely. For now love becomes a further ailienation, a further act of violence. My need is a need to be needed, my longing a longing to be longed for. How have we the courage to wish to live, how can we make a moment to preserve ourselves from death, in a world where love is provoked by a lie and consists solely in the need of having our suferings appeased by whatever has made us suffer? But no one makes us suffer. The violence we perpetrate and have done to us, the recrimations, reconciliations, the ecstasies and the agonies of a love affair, are based on the socailly conditioned illusion that two actual persons are in a relaitonship. Under the circumstances, this is a dangerous state of hallucination and delusion, a mishmash of fantasy, exploding and imploding, of broken hearts, reparation and revenge.
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