Simon & Garfunkel were one of my first musical loves. I owned all of their albums on vinyl more than a decade after they broke up and was delighted by every poetic turn of phrase, every gorgeous harmony.
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:
Rufus Wainwright’s 2012 Out of the Game was a splendid return to art-pop form after a five-year span in which he released only an album of somber piano ballads.
The first time, I took advantage of the opportunity to land a pretty good joke, which I’ll paraphrase here:
“Buying this album is the gayest thing I’ve ever done. At least so far.”
Buying it is definitely the gayest thing I’ve ever done. At least so far.
I can’t say I’ve listened to this album very much (maybe once all the way through) but I applaud its fanboy spirit.
In part that’s because it’s the most recent song of the batch, but it’s also due to the tremendous impact it had on me right out of the gate.
Rufus Wainwright took it a step further, actually recreating Judy Garland’s legendary Carnegie Hall concert song for song in his own appearance at the venue.
Today’s recording is not from that concert but from a bootleg of a more traditional concert.