Rufus Wainwright: My Life in 15 Songs

I mentioned my crystal meth propensity earlier. “Go or Go Ahead” is stone-cold about that battle. I wrote it at the end of a serious comedown in San Francisco. At the end of a very dramatic and worrisome drug episode, I was able to compose a great piece of music. I don’t recommend that, and I don’t know if it was necessary to go through that to get there, but that is what happened, nonetheless. That wasn’t the last time I had issues, and there weren’t other songs like that afterwards, so I think it was a one-shot deal. It’s about going to the limits of your physical and mental abilities with drugs and crashing into the darkness. Thankfully, I was able to come back.

For some reason, my music has often been compared to Jeff Buckley’s, where there’s a kind of lost quality. I knew him a little bit, and I admire him greatly, but I think we’re very different. For me, there’s always some silver lining. I don’t do that on purpose. It’s just part of my nature. The thing about “Go or Go Ahead” in the end is that I do survive that encounter. I’m doing that battle, and I don’t want to go under.

My dad and I have always had a very tempestuous relationship. We love each other dearly, and we’re so influenced by each other that it’s annoying to both of us, how powerful we are in each other’s lives. We’ve done a lot of work in the meantime to clear the air and focus on our relationship as fathers and sons, which we both are. It’s been a long process. But when my first record came out, the shit hit the fan between us. I was very cocky, very arrogant, which I had to be in order to survive in this business. I had to go out there and conquer, and I think he felt vulnerable and threatened by me.

There was one evening in Shelter Island, New York, of all places. It actually involved Rolling Stone magazine. We had done a photoshoot together and then an interview, and it just didn’t feel good. I was intent on annihilating him, in a sense, which I had some right to feel that way. And he was conflicted. On one hand he was proud of me, but he was afraid of me at the same time. We were these two balls of energy. If you look back at the picture, it’s so evident what’s going on. I had a few drinks afterwards, and I said to him, “Dad, how does it feel to have me bring you back into Rolling Stone?” And he was not happy about that, which is understandable. After that shoot, our relationship crumbled, and we didn’t speak for a long time, and I went and wrote “Dinner at Eight.”

Miraculously, I totally forgot the song. It erased itself from my memory. Then years later, when it came time to do Want One, it returned. I was like, “I think I wrote this song about my dad at one point…” And I demoed it, and everybody agreed that it was pretty spot-on, and it made it onto the record. To this day, it remains one of the more potent pieces that I’ve created. The opening lines say, “I’m going to take you down with one little stone” — this David and Goliath reference, where I’m essentially killing my father. But at the end of the song, it’s a love song. It’s really about trying to get through to him.

I wrote “Gay Messiah” initially as a joke. It was a comic ditty in the tradition of my dad’s work. This comment on sexuality and religion, with all these double entendres. I would sing it accordingly, trying to get laughs from the audience with “baptized in cum” and stuff like that. I think some of the jokes went over people’s heads, which is usually the case with my work.

Then very soon after that, George Bush Jr. was re-elected as president. It was a dark period, and the song became more of a political rallying call about gay rights. It became a literal prayer for the Gay Messiah — very serious, nothing funny about it. Like, we really do need a savior to fall down from the clouds and deal with this. When Obama won, it became a joke again and returned to that light-hearted world. And now that Trump’s in office, it’s gone directly to prayer. Do not pass go, do not collect $200. We need the Gay Messiah yesterday.

I was living in New York during 9/11, and there was a moment a few months after that where there was a glimmer of hope. It looked as though the world was going to try to heal itself, and people were feeling sympathetic towards the United States, and maybe we could all learn from this experience and try to come out stronger and more compassionate. And then we invaded Iraq, which to this day is probably the worst foreign policy decision ever made in the United States. This was my response.

The town that I’m speaking about in “Going to a Town” is Berlin. I had met my husband there, and I made a lot of Release the Stars there, in this crazy radio studio that had been the crown jewel of the GDR, the communist government. It’s this huge Stalinistic building. It was haunted, but a great place to create. The song is about going to a city that had already been destroyed and had learned its lesson about the horrors that humanity can inflict. I felt like the U.S. had no sense of the damage they were about to cause. People reacted very strongly to this song. I would sing it often and get boos.

I love America. I was born here, and brought up in Canada, thankfully, which I’m very proud of as well. And I live here now. I still believe in the United States. I still have hope for the future. But part of that process is being able to be critical of the United States. That’s such an old battle that has been fought in this country for so long.

“Tiergarten” is a song about Jörn [Weisbrodt], my husband, and it takes place in that beautiful park at the center of Berlin. We’ve been together now for about 15 years. I was pretty dead-set against settling down for a long time. Not so much because I didn’t want to. It just felt like an impossibility in the way that I was leading my life, with the amount of travel and the amount of attention that I had to focus on myself. Suddenly I was in this relationship with someone who could handle it.

I met Jörn when he came to a show of mine in Berlin. He’s this incredibly strapping, handsome man, very smart, very funny, very beautiful. But what mainly got us together was that we both have this passion for opera. We were able to speak the same language. We didn’t hook up that night or anything, which is interesting. Oftentimes, with sexually promiscuous people, as I was, you need another angle to focus on before you jump into the sack. So we were able to do that and have a great time afterwards.

The Tiergarten became a metaphor for the forest of life. You have to brave all the elements and find your way through the dark to get from one end of the park to the next. It’s a fantastic experience, but it’s also challenging. It’s a little bit based on the end of The Magic Flute, when the two lovers have to take this journey together through the fire and water. That’s as true as it’s ever been. It just kept working, and now we’re dads.

Long Island became our playground in the summers. We have a house out there, Jörn and I. Before that, I had spent a lot of time there with my mom, Kate. Sadly, she was diagnosed with a very rare form of cancer called sarcoma, and she passed away. But we did spend some amazing summers out in Montauk together, which coincided with my meeting my husband. We ended up buying a house, then we had a child, Viva [with Wainwright’s longtime friend Lorca Cohen]. The song became a beacon for Viva’s entry into this wild set of characters that she’s been born into on my side — I mean, her mother’s side is pretty interesting, too! But the song is about the anticipation of having this child come and grace us with her presence. The sad reality is that she never got a chance to meet my mother, who loved Montauk as well. I was imagining my daughter’s first arrival to the house in Montauk, and us going down to the beach and looking at the ocean and seeing Kate out in the distance greeting us.

All throughout my mother’s illness, which I knew was terminal, I had to tour quite a bit. During that time, I found it very helpful and spiritually enriching to go to churches and light candles. I’m not a religious person — I wasn’t even praying to any particular deity or saint — but I would go to the Virgin Mary and light candles at that station. When I finished the tour, I went back to Montreal to be with my mother on her final hurrah, and I was with her when she died. Right after that, I went to this church on the corner and there were no candles. So I walked down the street and found another church — there’s a lot of churches in Montreal — and they, too, had run out of candles. I went to bed, woke up the next day, walked to another church in the French section of Montreal. They did have candles, but they were electric candles, the kind where you push a little button. That really wasn’t going to do it for me. I took that as a message from my mother saying, “I’m okay. You don’t have to worry about me. Live your life, I’m on my journey.”

Two weeks later, I was in Paris, France, and I was walking by Notre Dame Cathedral, and I decided to step in. There was this amazing scene in the middle of the day. The sun was pouring in through the stained-glass windows, there was incense blowing, there was a choir singing, and there were candles everywhere. It struck me: “Oh, of course, this is where I should light the candle for Kate. She wanted a better venue.” She didn’t want the corner church, she wanted the cathedral in Paris!

It connects to another event, many years earlier, when I came out to my mother in Paris. I was about 18. I really put her feet to the fire, in terms of her attitude towards my sexuality. She ended up going to Notre Dame Cathedral the next day, dressed as a penitent Catholic woman, which she wasn’t. She suddenly reverted into this old Irish woman, and she claims that she prayed and received a message from God: “Rufus is like anybody else. You’ve got to love him.” All these years later, I light the candle, and I too have this moment, where I pray and ask for some kind of message. Right as I was walking out, it hit me: “Rufus, the only way you’re going to get through this is to be grateful.” Even thinking about it gets me choked up. I took that as a definitive command. To this day, I have to live by it.

Robert Wilson, the theater director, is a big figure in both my life and my husband’s life. We had worked together on a production of Shakespeare’s sonnets for the Berlin Ensemble [in 2009], so I ended up writing all of these pieces of music to Shakespeare’s words. “A Woman’s Face” came to me very quickly in that process. People had warned me that working with Shakespeare is very challenging, and the sonnets especially are tricky. I just listened to what the words were telling me musically. I’ve spent so much time listening to great music — Wagner, Janáček, Messiaen, Mahler — and I was able to commune with those spirits, in a way. That sonnet is one of the great examples of Shakespeare’s insanely modern point of view. It’s about being in love with a boy who looks like a girl. He was so deeply engaged in gender-fluid ideas that seem shockingly new now, toying with it like a baby back in the Renaissance.

One day our daughter, Viva, walked into the room and said, “Daddy, sometimes I just want to unfollow the rules.” It’s very direct, it makes complete sense, but it also sounds like unfollowing people on Facebook. The song expresses my present state, which is one of reflection, observance, and a little bit of dissection. I’m going back in time and observing all of these decisions that I’ve made, and all of these relationships that I’m in now and in the past, having experienced death and disease, loss and incredible joy, and trying to figure out, what is it that I need to go forward? What do I need to keep? What do I need to discard? What is the essence of my existence?

It’s not an easy period, but it’s a rewarding one, mainly because I still have my health. After dealing with my mother’s death and seeing my father get older… I know that I have a little time before I have to worry about that, knock on wood. But it’s good to get your ducks in order.

For better or worse, I’ve decided to continue this tradition of autobiographical material. I always thought [songwriting] had to be deeply confessional, and I’m happy I went that route, because there’s a truth there. Now that we have a child, I’m concerned sometimes if I’m being a little too poignant, shall we say. But she seems to love it.