July 22, 1973- Rufus McGarrigle Wainwright
“Let the little fairy in you fly!”
I am a reluctant fan of Rufus Wainwright. As I typed that I realized I have all his albums, so let me qualify. He makes music that sounds ornate. I like that. He is certainly not what you might call a writer of spare folk music. At his best he is breathtaking: his rich baritone can soar more powerfully than his slurred lyrics, and his piano is filled with rococo quavers without sacrificing the point of his songs. Wainwright’s music is never far from being pretentious, but I must admit that he creates magnificent, baroque, spiraling songs. He is equal parts Gershwin, Sondheim and Pet Shop Boys.
His album All Days Are Nights (2010) was written and recorded while Wainwright’s mother, musician Kate McGarrigle, was dying of that damn cancer. It is somber and mournful, with a big punch of humor. With Wainwright it is drama that I desire and it is drama I get (but never melodrama).
“My mother’s in the hospital
My sister’s at the opera
I’m in love, but let’s not talk about it”
When Wainwright moved to NYC in 1998, fresh from a debut album that received good reviews and solid sales, he partied with models and actors, drag queens, celebraties and club kids. Wainwright:
“It was a glorious moment in my life. Drugs were abounding. I was the It Boy.”
But, he was still grappling with his first teenage gay encounter where he was robbed and beaten up, and he wanted badly to find love:
“I had a string of straight boyfriends. Guys I would occasionally have sex with, maybe only make out with, but never be allowed to say they were my boyfriend.”
Now he suggests that this era was his inspiration for songwriting, because he would always seemed be longing for something.
“The serious downside was that I would need to satisfy myself sexually. To get to that other place I would do drugs; there is this kind of Babylonian village that exists in this city. I am happy it does exist, but it is not where you want to end up.”
He ended up in some very compromising situations, but he did get a brilliant little ode to addiction out of it, Cigarettes And Chocolate Milk, my favorite of his recordings. His drug of choice was crystal meth, and it almost killed him. Wainwright had tried the drug a decade earlier, then the next year he did it a few times:
“If you walked down to Chelsea, the gay area, every second billboard on the street is about the dangers of crystal meth. It is like speed, but the effect it seems to have on gay men is that decades of anxiety about sex and fear of disease just goes away and you are just off to the races.”
Wainwright had many a lost weekend:
“At one point, I can’t remember whether it was in the act of sex or just before, this single thought came into my head: the ultimate orgasm is death. And I knew that was where I was heading. I wanted it in some way, this highly sexualized death.”
The drug had already caused him to lose his sight on occasion, and to hallucinate.
“I realized suddenly just how unhappy I was. I believed I had two choices. I was either going to rehab or I was going to live with my father. I knew I needed an asshole to yell at me, and I felt he fitted the bill. I wanted to become him in some way.”
His father is Loudon Wainwright III, the Grammy Award winning singer/songwriter, humorist, and occasional actor.
Wainwright wasn’t sure who to call for help. Wainwright:
“Then I thought: gay, songwriter, drug addict. That kind of narrowed the field. I knew Elton John, I’d sung with him before, so I called him up and he was incredible. He said, ‘Rufus I know exactly where you are: you have to get to a clinic’; he offered to book me in.”
In 2003, Wainwright did time at Hazelden Clinic in Minnesota, detoxing and beginning therapy. Since then, he has recorded eight albums of original music, plus numerous tracks on compilations and film soundtracks. He has also written a pair of operas and he has set Shakespeare sonnets to music for a theater piece by Robert Wilson. Wainwright has also appeared as an actor in films and on stage, including Martin Scorsese’s The Aviator (2004).
With sheer audacity, Wainwright performed a pair of sold-out Carnegie Hall shows in June, 2006 in which he performed the entire famed Judy Garland Concert Album (1961) from 45 years earlier. He later repeated his performance at The London Palladium, The Paris Olympia and Hollywood Bowl. I have the DVD, Rufus! Rufus! Rufus! Does Judy! Judy! Judy! and the album, Rufus Does Judy At Carnegie Hall. He certainly gets Garland’s energy down, even in the stage banter. The album was nominated for a Grammy Award for Best Traditional Pop Vocal Album in 2009.
With a history of bad behavior, plus drug and alcohol problems in the manner of Judy Garland, Wainwright seems to have found solace in marriage and family now that he is in his 40s. In 2012, he became a father with Lorca Cohen, daughter of singer/poet Leonard Cohen, giving birth to a baby, Viva Katherine Wainwright Cohen. Wainwright lives in NYC with his husband Jörn Weisbrodt and Viva.
“My relationship with my husband has defined me. In the past 10 years, he has taught me to chill out and not take myself so seriously. He’s eternally patient. He’s also very tall, and everything is in proportion.”
His newest album, released this past spring is rather remarkable. Take All My Loves: 9 Shakespeare Sonnets features adaptations of William Shakespeare‘s sonnets with guests Helena Bonham Carter, Carrie Fisher, William Shatner, Florence Welch, and his sister, Martha Wainwright. The album commemorates the 400th anniversary of Shakespeare’s death.
Wainwright seems happy and productive these days. No longer a party boy, he writes:
“I’m doing battle with middle-age spread. It’s the first thing I notice on other men these days. Do they have a belly? Are they working out? I’m right on the edge of getting fat and I don’t want to be the only one.”
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