He is super super nice and patient with his fans, even though it was freaking cold outside and I said creepy shit like, “This is my 7th time seeing you!” (He just laughed.) I totally forgot to ask him when his opera was premiering in North America because I am socially awkward under normal conditions, much less while Rufus Wainwright has his arm around me:
*does happy dance*
I also was able to snatch the setlist, and he autographed it for me:
Not on the setlist: he surprise-premiered a song off his next album (which he says he just finished writing 5 days ago and thinks maybe it’ll be out in March). Actually, he played 4 songs off the upcoming album and ended with Zebulon and the aria from his opera! Swoon.
And fine…now that I’m back, I’ll stop with the Rufus addiction and return to my regularly scheduled feminism/texicanism. Probably.
*Reason #1 is the music, duh.