Three years later, in 2001, Wainwright released his second album, Poses. I remember buying the CD during a trip to San Francisco and listening to it for the first time on headphones in our hotel room. An unaccompanied man buying a Rufus Wainwright album in San Francisco — that’s probably the most conspicuously gay thing I’ve done apart from watching Brokeback Mountain alone in Coconut Grove. And sleeping with that guy that time…
Poses shed a lot of the baroque instrumentation of Wainwright’s debut album in favor of a more polished pop sound. Not that it is mainstream by any stretch… his trademark strings and cabaret backing vocals are present on most tracks.
OK, folks… it’s time for all my faithful readers to run screaming. I hope this week’s blog entries reach beyond my usual audience, because I’ve found that I am very much alone in my love of Rufus Wainwright.
I have had this song sitting in my drafts queue for literally all of 2009.
Of all the guilty pleasures in my collection, the one that requires the most self-confidence for me to stand up and admit to loving is definitely Hanson’s This Time Around.
Two weeks into the season and already I’ve seen the summer movie of the year. Hell, the movie of the year in general until something comes along to challenge the throne.