Rufus I Will Be Your Beard...

...but Rufus don't need no beard.

I went to a Rufus Wainwright concert last Saturday with Ohnemus, Mark and Bill. That was good times. It was especially good times because I hadn't been out for a long long time. It was an especially especial good time because it was RUFUS WAINWRIGHT. He is amazing. The following are some observations:

1. While I knew that Rufus was gay before going to the concert...I had no idea he was that gay. It was a recurring theme throughout the night, the epitome of which was when he sang his new song "Gay Messiah" which isn't out until Want Two. Also, many many remarks of the lesbianness of the crowd (we were near Smith). Close second was his declaration of: "Woe to the man who Rufus writes about".

2. He can really hit those high notes. Holycrap. Amazing.

3. He's not gonna be able to continue hitting those high notes if he continues smoking at the rate that he does -- while singing. Is he the future Joni Mitchell? Will he have a completely different voice (although still pretty in its own way) in thirty years? Or, will he be like Bob Dylan, who as Jamie put it: went from sounding bad, to really bad?

4. Dan "accidentally" grabs my boob a lot when he gets excited about Rufus.

5. There are a lot of lesbians at Smith. Through my conversations with Jon I gathered as much. I do believe his quote would be: "when I visiting my sister at Smith, all they did was sit in a room and talk about their vaginas....and what people were doing to them........it was weird."

That experience gets an A-. The minus is because it instilled in me the knowledge that I will never ever win Rufus back to our side.

Afterwards, as we were walking back to the car we saw a bunch of girls hopping on the four corners of the intersection. All at once they stormed the intersection and started dancing in the middle of the street. Diagonal crossing. They would then run back to the corners and continue hopping. Repeat ad nauseum. What struck me was the incessant hopping. Was it their way of warning drivers that they were going to run into the middle of the street? Was it to convince themselves that they were having fun? Were they cold? Oh how I wish I could go back in time like Marty McFly and ask those girls what they were thinking and how much they had been drinking.