pixiecrinkle | Ahhh...dear Rufus.

Rufus Wainwright has a beautiful voice. And a great stage presence (especially now that he's off the drugs.) Not to mention stellar fashion sense. His pants were amazing, and, he admitted, made for women :-) He played "Travelling" as the first encore which was great, especially since the whole band came out in witch's hats and dracula capes. And the way they did "My Phone's on Vibrate For You" made me realize that even though the lyrics are absolutely silly, there is some redeeming quality to that song. There were some really odd dissonant harmonies going on with him and the backup vocalists during that song that were downright amazing.

That's the best concert review I have the energy to muster right now. We had second row seats, which were marred only by the absolutely idiotic trio sitting in front of us who talked (loudly) and laughed (like a horse whinnying) through the entire show. To the point where the band members were glaring at them.

I'm wearing the tiara in that photo for a reason. Thus follows a confidential message for those three who sat in front of us.

Honeys, sweeties, girls. I don't mean to be a bitch, really, and I'm certainly as much of a hag as the next girl, and agree that our dear Rufus is an absolute doll, but really. You cannot attempt the switch. He is not interested, he will not be interested. And unlike you, apparently, I can see beyond the fact that he is not merely a pretty piece of meat for you to fantasize (ever so loudly and publicly) about getting your hands on, and realize that he is a musician, and a good one at that. When we are around musicians of his caliber, many of us like to sit back, and shut our fucking mouths and listen. Just a thought. A suggestion perhaps.

And honeys...zima is not a classy beverage. I promise you that.