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This made me laugh.
From an Interview in the Guardian with Rufus Wainwright
He feared once or twice that his settled relationship with Jörn might have a debilitating effect on his gift for tainted love songs, the yearning, nuanced ballads, one part Morrissey, one part Mahler, with which he made his name.
“I wondered if not being in these fatalistic disasters with boys, I would lose this dark lake of pain to drink from. But I needn’t have worried too much,” he says, with his wild laugh. “In many ways, Songs for Lulu is a reaffirmation of that persona. Highly romantic, highly unstable. I mean, what I have found is that once you give up on a life, it doesn’t go away. You are always appeasing, or bargaining with, or neglecting that former self, the spirit who used to be behind the wheel, and would like to be still. I don’t cross to that side of the street any more. But it is important for me as a healthy person to acknowledge that the demons are still around.”
I don’t like this “Tumblr Saving Space By Cutting Off Blogs” thing this site has going on right now.
Ah, he’s just utterly wonderful and humble and brilliant.