but I first heard it on the L-Word. Don't know which is worse. But what I do know is that I heard Rufus Wainwright's version of Hallelujah today at Starbucks. (What, am I a corporate shill tonight?) And it makes my soul hurt like a Jamesian dull ache. (That's for you, Harrogate. You'll understand.) And after comparing the Wainwright version to Leonard Cohen's, and even Jeff Buckley's, I could finally explain to solon why I love James novels more than Wharton's. So here it is, one for the ages:
Yes, it's way too serious for tonight. But it deserves to be taken seriously.
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That is fucking gorgeous. Thanks for posting it.
And Harrogate, who also loves James' novels (oh the dull ache!) more than Wharton's, believes that you and he must have hit the same exact wavelength at the same time. Tom Waits will explain.....
I was about to comment on your post right now, Harrogate. I have to say that I've never really understood the Tom Waits thing until tonight. I hope that my education continues in person next week.
Man, that Wainwright song. It also captures the mood that Rhonda in Big Love is able to capture, when she sings.
It is a mood, as you and Marky Mark have shown, which deserves to be taken seriously.
And. Harrogate pledges that you and Solon shall leave Texasland armed with a bevy of burned Waits CDs. And that it will not be long before you find yourself Needing to hear them in all kinds of different Rhetorical Situations.
Your comparison with Rhonda is perfect. And it's Mr. Wahlberg. He's earned our respect.
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