Rufus Wainwright ~ He Aint Heavy
(written: 21 June 2004)
It's not often Ben Stiller has any kind of connection with making people happy. It's not often at all that he, directly or indirectly contributes to, or aides in the creation of something that really truly makes you sit up and say "Hey, wow, if it wasn't for Ben Stiller the world would never have known how wonderful..."... Most of the time it's more... "Hey, wow, if it wasn't for Ben Stiller, that assclown (Jericho: 2004) Jack Johnson would never have... etc... DAMN YOU STILLER!!!" and so on.
Apart from Starsky and Hutch which is genuinely really funny for a Stiller movie. And a Wilson movie. .. ... ....
Yet for some reason, I've still managed to see Zoolander at least five times, most notably the time I actually sat through the credits and heard this song.
Of course, I can't even credit Zoolander, or whatshisname.. Stiller for getting me to hear this song. I have to credit young Kam for making me a tape one day back in the '03, and pouring his love into it. The only tape that's survived in my car... and not just survived but endured. I only took it out today (after one and a half years) to listen to this song inside. Then I took it upstairs and left it in my room and I'm far far far too lazy to go and get it now. Damn it all.
So it's no surprise then that when I hear this song, I think of driving. Thus making it my number one driving song. If I had it on CD it would be my number one compilation song. But for now, driving song. Yeah. I have a tape player in my car. Are you jealous? I bet you are. Jealous of me and my tape playing car stereo. Wanna know something else? It's not even my car. And it's dirty. Not dirrty. But dirty, so much so that when I try to reverse ooooor drive in sunlight, I can't see out the windows. The filth smeared all over the thing (inside and out thanks to my lovely dog) acts as a reflector, much like the yellow vests that busdrivers and school children are forced to wear on their bikes at night. And for good reason too. We've all seen the ads. Actually, we've all seen the same day David ad, and it's STILL funny to say that to people called David.
So funny.
So very funny.
DON'T SAY SORRY TO ME! SAY SORRY TO HIS KIDS!... buk buk buk BUKAAAWWWW!
Sorry, where was I?
Oh yes. So, I may not have mastered the art of singing along in tune, but I've certainly got the volume down to a fine art. I think you could even say... it's my favourite cover. After Paul Holmes and anything he's recorded. And I'm obviously kidding. Paul Holmes rules but he's no Atomic Kitten. You DID know they didn't write a single song ever in the history of music right? Right?
Just kidding. Paul Holmes sucks donkey balls.
To summarise, Rufus Wainwright sings well. He makes me wish I could sing like him and then enter myself into New Zealand (or Canadian) Idol. And then turn around and reveal my past as a gay porn star or something. Man. That would be sweet. They'd strip me of my crown and then I'd go on to sing Disney theme songs.