Rufus Redux

Last night I went to see everyone's favourite 'mo crooner Rufus Wainwright at The Basement here in Sydney, with my ex and a couple of friends. Mikey is a huge fan of his music, and introduced me to his stuff early on in our relationship when he bought a CD of his for me as a gift. I think Mikey got initially tuned into the pining for the boy you can't have/unrequited love songs Rufus writes and sings so well, before moving on to his more joyous songs.

Some impressions from the gig:

40 minutes late on stage is quite a while to keep any audience waiting.

Rufus is cute, although is it just me or does he seem, well, to be kind of out of it just a little?

Is he slurring? Yup, I think he might be a bit drunk.

He sounds camper than I thought he would. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but from his singing voice I thought he'd sound a bit more masculine.

A disasterous blind-date of Mikey's is in the crowd, and Mikey's trying to avoid him and being a bit rattled.

Rufus is excellent, and if he was drunk initially, well, he seems to have recovered fast.

He's very funny, particularly the story about the time Bea Arthur told him to fuck off. What is it with gay men and The Golden Girls?

Sobriety (mine, not Rufus's) is good, but I think concerts are a bit more fun when you have a couple of shots under your belt. I have drunk so much soda water that I need to pee like a demon, and there is no hope of me getting through the crowd to the bathroom.

Wow, three encores and about 8 songs later it's getting late and I think the staff want to go home. Me too.

All in all, a fantastic night!