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May 31, 2007
Explain to Me This...
How is it that I can be Rufus Wainwright's number one fan, a member of his mailing list, a friend to his MySpace account and an ambassadorina to all things RUFE - having seen him live THREE times and turned countless friends on to him and so forth - and STILL I have to hear he's coming to town from the Garth? Rufus, why do you forsake me soooo? I even have the McGarrigle Christmas Hour CD.
Dedicated? That's ME, Rufus! ME!
Regardless of this latest snub, thank God for the G and his apparent "in" at Ticketmaster. He sent me this e-mail this afternoon: In other news, did you know that Rufus is coming to the Fillmore on August 7th? Tickets are $40 through ticket-biatch... and I broke all land-speed records to get home and nab two. Seriously, I almost coldcocked some dipstick in a white Taurus who was going SEVEN on Cherry St. Or something equally dissatisfying.
"Out of the way, oldtimer...I've got MUSIC to HEAR!!"
Anys and of courses, to all of you who'll be mile higgety come August 7th, I command you to buy yourself tickets. Now.
Best. Live. Show. Ever.
To the rest? Go check out his new LP. Loving it, as I do all the rest. I won't forsake that boy...no matter how many times he tries to shake me. I'm on him like gay on blade.
Posted by Bree at May 31, 2007 03:35 PM