This is the truest song you will hear about how death effects the living, it is so mournful it hurts to listen to it. When I saw him perform the album at Carnegie Hall, it sounded like words left unsaid. Today it feels like the deepest recesses of untimely grief. His greatest and most human song.
Well hold on one minute here Rufus: I already paid $100 for a ticket, why would I wanna spend more? And even if I did, why would I wanna be hustled all night about it? He’s like a stripper trying to get you into the champagne room
The Wonder Years are true representatives of a certain strata of their generation. They for them and to them. But they sound like emo and they have the same problem with melodies that inflicts all “emo” bands with the exception of My Chemical Romance. They are playing Best Buy on Thursday and if you wanna catch up with the Greatest Generation, that is the place to be.
Yes, folks, I know you don’t hobnob with the rich and famous close personal friends with Elton John ,Rufus Wainwright but I certainly do. Indeed, I am so close to Rufus that sometimes he gets me on the blower and asks if he can borrow a tenner till he gets paid
Lydia sings more about getting wet than just about anybody you can think of, interesting but a persona rather than a prescription for promiscuity by this 23 year old married woman. I guess she got tired of sucking and sucking and sucking. Whatever you wanna say about Phair, she wrote from experience – A
A truly superb sample walks the same line to less effect than Kanye, who performs an excellent rap, did on “Blood On The Leaves”. Big Sean is pretty excellent as well and while Ross is a big fat bore, here he bores to excellent effect. Easily the best song on the newbie – A-
Rufus should have resurrected his Opera and put the best of it on Vibrate so those of us who aren’t tempted to jump into the deep end can get a taste for it anyway.
The Golden Age – Beck – The lethargy is deathlike, the thing about death in a body is its lack of animation, it simply stops the body and then the body decays to dust. This decay, this rotting of the self, the inertness of life is the hidden subject matter of Beck’s masterpiece.
“If you ever leave me I’ll be sad and blue, don’t you ever leave me I’m so in love with you”… Written by Lennon (“I Call Your Name” is on the flip side) this is Brill building brilliance from a 1960s pop superstar. The Beatles would have gone at it harder, there would have been a touch of self-parody – A
