Went to the Rufus Wainwright concert last night at Razzmatazz with (my) Jan, (not my) Jan, and Rachel. Rachel is not mine either, but for lack of another Rachel, she does not necessitate a defining prefix. Uh oh, it’s happening again… I can hear your thoughts: “But Josh, you just went to see Rufus in concert 6 months ago, didn’t you?” Well, yes I did. And I’ll go and see him again the very next time he’s in town. What can I say? I’m a fan.

Overall impression of the concert: it was very good. I must admit that I found it a bit weaker than the last gig, but it was still a wonderful show and we all had a great time. Rufus’ voice sounded a little worse for wear since he’s apparently been a bit under the weather recently, but even on a bad day he sings like an angel. He wasn’t as chipper as in his last Barcelona gig, but after a long discussion, we have attributed this to the fact that his last gig was in a more personal (smaller) venue combined with the magic of seeing him perform for the very first time.

High points of the concert: a lovely I Don’t Know What It Is, the peppy new version of The Art Teacher, a special Flamenco-fied version of Beautiful Child, a cover of Leonard Cohen’s Chelsea Hotel, and without a doubt, the show stopping number where the entire band quickly changed into white togas, did a charmingly clumsy choreography, and then two Roman soldiers come on stage with a giant white cross and crucified a turquoise toga-ed Rufus – from which position he was able to serenade the audience with a beautiful Gay Messiah. Another show to remember 🙂