Hey y’all. It’s nice to be back at a blog people actually read, and a blog I’m actually motivated to write for. That said, I’m Lauren, founder of and former proprieter of Feministe, and I currently blog or something like it at Faux Real Tho, where I mostly post videos of cats and bad New Wave talent. I’ll be here all week while Jill embarks on her drunken vacation/internship, so tip your blogmistresses.
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I caught this cryptic article on Rufus Wainwright’s new album on Salon this Saturday, an article that can’t decide whether it lurves Rufus or wants to contemplate Rufus’ feelings on American politics. If you’re a fan of the singer-songwriter genre, familiar with the family of Wainwrights (Loudon III, Martha, and Rufus, and mother Kate McGarrigle), or like a good family drama, I suggest you skip the article linked above and check out this extensive profile of the whole family from Vanity Fair, Songs in the Key of Lacerating. Feminists, too, will be interested in slicing and dicing dickhead dad Louden since his incredible ego and entitlement clearly damaged his children and ex-wife.
Excellent musical skills from all of them aside, the competition in this family is cutthroat. For example, after a fabulous Carnegie Hall performance by Rufus, dad Louden comes backstage to give his regards:
After the standing ovation had died down, Rufus was hugging well-wishers in one of the theater’s upstairs rooms. Kate was fluttering about, and Martha was talking with a couple of musicians. Loudon stepped into the scene, wearing a hat. He had just been on a brief tour himself, playing venues much humbler than Carnegie Hall, and he approached Rufus with a certain stiffness or formality. He didn’t hug his son but did hand him a small gift, a DVD of La Ciénaga, an Argentinian film about a bourgeois family sliding into a hell of booze and adultery.
Cutting! Hilarious! And mean.
In any case, having been reminded of My Other Boyfriend, I immediately got ahold of the new album and had to share the video with as many people as possible. Presenting Rufus Wainwright’s “Going To a Town”:
Between the ennui with war, homophobia, and general malaise with the attitudes controlling American politics, I’m tired of America too. It is only slightly coincidental that I post this on Memorial Day.
Enjoy your cookouts.