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Rufus Wainwright, un artista che ho scoperto per puro caso e che ha saputo folgorarmi, aprendomi di fatto le porte a un nuovo mondo musicale ancora tutto da esplorare. Mi bastò ascoltare qualche MP3 a caso ("One Man Guy", "Hallelujah", "Little Sister", "April Fools", "Across The Universe") per convincermi definitivamente a investire i miei denari su questo artista e il mio primo, felicissimo approccio è stato appunto "Want One", datato 2003. E' un disco che rappresenta molto bene la personalità del suo autore: riflessivo ma al tempo stesso solare, profondo ma limpido e cristallino, un po' folk, un po' country, classicheggiante e barocco, con melodie semplici, piacevoli, orecchiabili e mai ridondanti, testi a metà tra l'intimistico e il visionario e una voce di una bellezza disarmante, dolce ma non sdolcinata e capace di affascinare ed emozionare come pochissime altre.
Nella tracklist di "Want One" la parte del leone la fanno le ballate, brevi ed estatici frammenti musicali come la dolcissima e ipnotica "Vicious World", uno dei picchi più alti del disco, l'eterea e vagamente ironica "Vibrate" e la più minimale e sofferta "Pretty Things", in cui la voce del cantautore canadese è accompagnata solamente dalle note di un pianoforte, oppure episodi più languidi ed estesi come il sestetto che comincia con l'atmosfera soffusa e quasi fiabesca di "Natasha" e termina con le magiche note della piano ballad "Dinner At Eight", raggiungendo picchi di assoluta bellezza come la quasi titletrack "Want", brano intimista e introspettivo dominato dalla chitarra acustica o la trasognata filastrocca "Harvester Of Hearts". A rendere il tutto ancora più bello e speciale c'è un trio di episodi più briosi e orecchiabili, potenzialmente tre grandissimi singoli: "I Don't Know What It Is", "Movies Of Myself" e soprattutto la meravigliosa "14th Street", canzoni che entrano subito in testa e conquistano per la freschezza e la spontaneità delle melodie, mentre gli episodi più originali e fuori dagli schemi sono "Go Or Go Ahead", una soffusa e bucolica ballata country che si anima nel ritornello, dove affiorano con decisione le chitarre elettriche e l'opener "Oh What A World", in cui convivono atmosfere eteree e rarefatte, l'indolente suono di una tuba e orchestrazioni quasi cinematografico, tutto a contorno di una testo interpretato come se fosse una specie di mantra.
"Want One" è un disco bello ed emozionante dalla prima all'ultima nota, in cui le 14 canzoni che lo compongono scorrono in maniera fluida e armoniosa. Non ci sono episodi superflui o cadute di stile e ogni composizione è perfettamente curata dal punto di vista strumentale dove al pianoforte, strumento di cui il Nostro è un vero e proprio virtuoso si aggiungono di volta in volta chitarre acustiche, cori, strumenti a fiato di ogni tipo, tastiere ed orchestrazioni creando così una raffinatissima base sonora su cui la stupenda voce di Rufus Wainwright può fare la differenza e imprimere un marchio inconfondibile che fa di "Want One" un vero e proprio capolavoro, che merita appieno tutte le mie 5 stelle e forse anche qualcosa di più.
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02 I Don't Know What It Is (04:51)
I don't know what it is
but you got to do it
I don't know where to go
But you got to be there
I don't know where to fall
But I know that its comfortable where
I don't know where it is
Putting all of my time
In learning to care
And a bucket of rhymes
I threw up somewhere
Want a locket of who
Made me lose my perfunctory view
Of all that is around
And of all that I do
So I knock on the door
Take a step that is new
Never been here before
Is there anyone else who's too
In love with beauty
Playing all of the games
And thinks three's company
Is there anyone else who wears slightly mysterious bruises
I don't know what it is
Sick a lookin around
At friendly faces
All declaring a war on far off places
Is there anyone else who is through with complaining about what's
Done unto us
So I knock on the door
And I am on the train
Going god knows where to
To get me over
To get me over
Get me heaven or hell
Calais or Dover
I was hoping the train
Was my big number
Taking the Santa Fe and the Atchinson Topeka
But we're chugging along, Dunaway by the crossing
And could be heading for Poland, or Limbo or Lower Manhattan
Find myself running around
I don't know what it is so get me over
I don't know what it is so get me over
I don't know what it is so get me over
To get me over
You gotta do it.
You gotta be there.
03 Vicious World (02:49)
Thought that maybe we'd fall in love over the phone
Thought that maybe I'd really love being alone
Everybody but heaven knows how I was wrong
Oh Lord what have I done to myself
In the vicious world, such a vicious world
There isn't anything you can do
In this vicious world
Sucking on the ice, making eyes all by myself
Didn't realize you were so top of the shelf
Just you wait and see when you turn, turn 23
Oh Lord what have I done to myself
What have I done to myself?
In this vicious world, such a vicious world
There isn't anything you can do in this vicious world.
04 Movies of Myself (04:30)
Stop me falling down
Stop me making movies of myself
Put that old dog down
Stop me making movies of myself
Bring that carriage 'round
Get me to the garden of sleep
Make that high gate speak
Perrier out of a paper bag
Looking like a hag
And start giving me something
A love that is longer than a day
Start making my heart sing
Something that it doesn't want to say
I'm handing it over
I'm saying that you're the only one
Don't run for the border, turn that corner
Already you've run in movies of myself
Darling don't you ever let me go
Wrap your loving arms around me
While the cold winds blow
Tell me what I really want to know
'Cause I'm looking for a reason, a person, a painting
A Saturday Evening Post edition by Jesus
An old piece of bacon never eaten by Elvis
So I'll say start giving me something
A love that is longer than a day
Start making my heart sing
Something it doesn't want to say
I'm handing it over
I'm saying that you're the only one
Don't run for the border, turn that corner
In movies of myself
Oh I've seen it all before in movies of myself
07 Vibrate (02:44)
My phone's on vibrate for you
Electroclash is karaoke, too
I tried to dance Britney Spears
I guess I'm getting on in years
My phone's on vibrate for you
God knows what all these new drugs do
I guess to have no more fears
But still I always end up in tears
My phone's on vibrate for you
But still I never ever feel from you
Pinocchio's now a boy
Who wants to turn back into a toy
So call me, call me in the morning
Call me in the night, so call me
Call me anytime you like
My phone's on vibrate for you, for you
08 14th Street (04:44)
You got my lost brother's soul
My dear mother's eyes
A brown horse's mane
And my uncle's name
You walked me down 14th Street
With a doctor to meet
After thoughts of the grave
In the home of the brave
And of the weak
But, why'd you have to break all my heart
Couldn't you have saved a little bit of it
Why'd you have to break all my heart
Couldn't you have saved a minor part
I could have clipped and saved and planted in the garden
Damn you, I guess I'll have to get a new one
I'd love to sit and watch you drink,
With the reins to the world, gripping a smoke
Vaguely missing link
Don't ever change
You hungry little bashful hound
I got the sheep
Poor Little Bo Peep has lost
And filed for grounds
But, why'd you have to break all my heart
Couldn't you have saved a little bit of it
Why'd you have to break all my heart
Couldn't you have saved a minor part
I could have ripped apart and thrown into the river
Wonder if there's hearts that will deliver
Don't ever change, don't ever worry
Because I'm coming back home tomorrow
To 14th Street
Where I won't hurry
And where I'll learn how to save
Not just borrow
And they'll be rainbows
And we will finally know
Why'd you have to break all my heart
Couldn't you have saved a little bit of it
Why'd you have to break all my heart
Couldn't you have saved a minor part
09 Natasha (03:28)
You walk alone in the valley of life
In the shadow of love
Under the trees of happiness
You walk alone like a baby unborn
Like a father unknown
Like a pocket penniless
I'm happy that you really care
But do you really know how scary
This is for you and is for me?
Oh do you really know
Do you really know
Oh Natasha, all I can do
Is write a song for you
Natasha, oh Natasha for you
I sit alone on the cozy ground floor
On a bench by the garden waiting also
Waiting for love
And thinking of all of
The catty remarks I also swallow
And as I've often asked before
Does anybody know know how scary
This is for you and is for me
Does anybody know, anybody know
Oh Natasha, all I can do
Is write a song for you
Natasha, oh Natasha
All I can do
Is write a song for you
Natasha
10 Harvester of Hearts (03:35)
If a person should ever like a person
Then a person should like you
Being that I'm only just a person
What would you do
If a person should ever like a person
Then a person should like me
Being that you're only just a person
It must be
Still I find it hard to get an answer
From the harvester of hearts
I always find it hard to get an answer
From the harvester of hearts
If a person should ever like a person
How funny that would be
If a person should ever like me
Not that I have that much to offer
God knows I have so much to gain
From the harvester of hearts
From the harvester of pain
If a person should ever like a person
Then a person should be free
Free to like whomever that they want to
Even though it ain't me
Not that I have that much to offer
God knows I have so much to gain
From the harvester of hearts
From the harvester of pain
11 Beautiful Child (04:15)
When I am older than these small goddamned hills
And there's no reason for my mind to be still
Oh how I'll feel like a beautiful child
Such a beautiful child again
When I have finally found my room filled with toys
Be banging on my crib excited by noise
Oh how I'll feel like a beautiful child
Such a beautiful child again
And when there's nothing to gain
Or bring me pain or pin the blame
On you or myself
And when they finally fall
These wailing walls and burdened crosses
God's twilights and all
How I'll feel
Oh how I'll feel
Oh how I'll feel like a beautiful child
Such a beautiful child again
Beautiful child
Such a beautiful child again
Such a beautiful child
Such a beautiful child again
When I am older than these small goddamned hills
14 Dinner at Eight (04:31)
No matter how strong
I'm gonna take you down
With one little stone
I'm gonna break you down
And see what you're worth
What you're really worth to me
Dinner at eight was okay
Before the toast full of gleams
It was great until those old magazines
Got us started up again
Actually
It was probably me again
Why is it so
That I've always been the one who must go
That I've always been the one told to flee
When it fact you were the one long ago
Actually
In the drifting white snow
You left me
So put up your fists and I'll put up mine
No running away from the scene of the crime
God's chosen a place
Somewhere near the end of the world
Somewhere near the end of our lives
But till then no, Daddy, don't be surprised
If I want to see the tears in your eyes
Then I know it had to be long ago
Actually
In the drifting white snow
You loved me
No matter how strong
I'm gonna take you down
With one little stone
I'm gonna break you down
And see what you're worth
What you're really worth to me
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