Gay Times January 14 - Issue 428
The bad boy of gay melodic folk-rock Rufus Wainwright tells GT why he’s traded promiscuity and methamphetamine for life as a devoted father, loving husband and the ongoing pursuit to write a great pop hit.
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So what’s a man who’s seemingly done it all got left to achieve? He laughs, running his fingers through his salt and pepper maine. “I’ve never had a pop hit.” We’re meeting today to talk about, among other things, his next release Vibrate – a career retrospective due in March. A best of, if you will. But certainly not a greatest hits collection. He’d be the first to contest that. “I’ve made an impact, but I’m not rolling in it in terms of the hit department,” he says, seemingly bemused by his own candid honestly. “I’m an artist with a very odd engine. On one hand, I had the drive and ignition and the parts to dominate the world. To make loads of money and all of that stuff. To be a sex symbol. But on the other, the fuel that engine took was the antithesis to that. It was really high art and intellectual fervour. I’ve always been trying to rectify those elements. It’s almost like I’m a convertible station wagon.” Like you’re being pulled in two directions? “Yeah, which in the end made me kind of a reject, which a lot of people relate to. I think most folk feel they don’t fit into a particular box and feel rather aliened and questionable in terms of how this is all working out. That was sort of my niche.”
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