I was about to write something about thoroughly gay Rufus Wainwright’s decision was to recreate Judy Garland’s Carnegie Hall concert song for song. But the sentiment seemed familiar. And sure enough, two years ago another song from this album popped up on a Random Weekend and prompted that very sentiment.
In fact, I’m pleased enough with the little joke I told then that I am simply going to repeat it now:
Recreating Judy Garland’s iconic Live at Carnegie Hall performance just might be the gayest thing Rufus Wainwright has ever done.
Buying it is definitely the gayest thing I’ve ever done. At least so far.
Why don’t you go where fashion sits
Puttin’ on the Ritz
Different gowns upon a bevy of high brows from down the levy
All misfits
Puttin’ on the Ritz
That’s where each and every lulu-belle goes
Every Sunday evening with her swell goes
Rubbin’ elbows
Come let’s mix where Rockefellers walk with sticks
And umbrellas in their mitts
Puttin’ on the Ritz
If you’re blue and you don’t know where to go to
Why don’t you go where fashion sits
Different gowns upon a bevy of high brows from down the levy
All misfits
Puttin’ on the Ritz
That’s where each and every lulu-belle goes
Every Sunday evening with her swell goes
Rubbin’ elbows
Come let’s mix where Rockefellers walk with sticks
And umbrellas in their mitts
Puttin’ on the Ritz
Puttin’ on the Ritz
Puttin’ on the Ritz
Puttin’ on the Ritz
Meet Me In Montauk 
Still a funny joke…and still holds true.😄