There are times during tonight’s gig when one really wonders about Rufus Wainwright. When he emerges in lederhosen, for instance, and bounds camply about like a pixie. Or when he sits at the front of the stage and applies lipstick and sparkly heels and becomes Judy Garland. Yes dear, we know you’re a big gay. What do you want – applause?
Well yes, he does. Constantly. Despite harbouring a particularly high opinion of himself (of which more later), he is a showman primarily because he needs the attention. Thus we find ourselves in an all-seater former theatre with not one but two glitterballs suspended above the star attraction. Gigs are theatre – we go to see gigs, rather than hear them – and there are few artists who understand that more than this ex meth head.
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