Listen in Love

Sunday, October 07, 2001

Rufus Wainwright

I've been listening to Rufus almost constantly since I bought the CDs back in August. His lyrics echo my own feelings and experiences that I feel like he's been looking over my shoulder. I've been infatuated with an outrageous notion that if we ever met there would be a meeting of the minds somewhere and we'd become inseperable friends. Then again, I let my imagination run away with me...

I've mentioned my adventures at Bumbershoot in my main Blogger, but I didn't really comment on Rufus's performance. Meeting Scott in the line leading into the Opera House was such a treat and a coincidence that I've been loath to put that memory away by commenting or finalizing my opinions.

[there is more that I will put in here, but right now I am under time constraints.]

Recently I had a memory recall from when I was in Junior High School. For one semester I had a friend whose parents travelled around a lot. He spoke Greek and had an affinity for Conan comicbooks. I liked him a lot although I though he was a little difficult and squirrely. I don't remember his name, but the more I explore Rufus, the more I have this strange sense of deja vu regarding the memory of this friend.