
Winter is upon Montréal. It's not that cold...yet. Negative 16 with bouts of snow but nothing like the -40 my home town of Edmontontians are suffering from. I find myself naturally going for specific albums during the winter time. Among these wintery albums is good ol' Rufus Wainwright. This native Montréaler started when he was 6 and hasn't quit. He's a vibrant live performer (if you haven't seen him live in concert yet, do it, his voice is exponentially more amazing live than on record) who is always making jokes, cracking at heterosexuality, and has a plethora of [...]