FROM THE RUFUS BOARDS: RUFUS IS ON THE COVER OF WORD MAGAZINE. http://www.wordmagazine.co.uk/
“Rufus has quite grandiose visions,” says [Neil] Tennant dryly. “I realised he thought of himself as a composer when we were doing Tulsa and [courtly piano and strings ballad] Nobody’s off the hook. He said he wished he could just give them to publisher and have someone record them – a bit like I imagine Schubert would have done.”
This is Rufus Wainwright: never knowlingly underwhelming. So we have songs brimming with baroque instrumentation and lyrical filigree. Two sumptuous songs, Do I disappoint you? (marvel at the crack-boom of timpani!) and Leaving for Paris no 2. (a piano ballad that couldn’t be more French, evoking as it does both Erik Satie and Air), are taken from a Wainwright musical that has yet to be fully realised. Tulsa recounts a night in the Oklahoma city when Wainwright partied with The Killers an fell hard for Brandon Flowers.
“We hung out one night at this bar in Tulsa and we were utterly …” He stops, propriety making a rare appearance in his oratory. “We just had a few drinks and were mobbed by some crazy fans. And uh, I didn’t – we didn’t sleep together, but I, you know, well, no comment! And then after that experience was over that song just popped into my mind.”
There was a spark between you? “Um, I don’t know. We only met that one time, and we were gonna possibly sing a song together later on, but that has never happened. Brandon is one of the great beauties of showbusiness right now. And he kind of represents a kind of brash American…mysteriousness which is sort of extinct at the moment. I do relate him to a sort of Brando character – somewhat conservative but yet volatile and also extremely handsome*. But also highly sensitive. So…” he concludes brightly, “it’s just a good old gay fantasy.”
YOU GUYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. *ALSO ALSO, FROM THE VERY FIRST RUFLOWERS:
Brandon made a face - handsome, not cute, not hot, not sexy, handsome - and shook his head.
"You bigshot, piano playing, hair-growing, not-shaving ballad-singing asshats are all the same," he joked.