I’ve been keeping something to myself and I’m going to confess it here and now; I don’t like Rufus Wainwright.
I was listening to a radio programme the other day which was an hour-long special about him and his work. My ear tuned in to his voice and I realised that I actually find it irritating, grating and overly nasal, and not just when he speaks. It dawned on me; I don’t get it and never have. I remember the fuss when his album “Want To” was due out. Radio DJs I admire and journalists I respect kept saying how amazing it was going to be; we all waited with bated breath. Of course, I bought it. It’s been listened to maybe twice and I’ve bought no more.
There is no doubt, he is a talented musician. His back catalogue is impressive and range of work, broad. He comes from musical royalty and good stock, there is no doubting his heritage. And yet, I cannot understand the excitement that constantly surrounds him and his work; I just don’t get it.
Yet again ‘Spillers I come to you to discuss this issue. Have you ever found yourself to be the lone dissenting voice in a whirlwind of love for an artist? Have you ever found yourself confused by everyone else’s regard for a musician? Can you persuade me that I am wrong? Please try to change my mind.