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Ambassador Hotel: the grandeur of what used to be…

For more on this year’s sad teardown:

Ambassador Hotel: The Last Stand

http://www.ambassadorhotel.blogspot.com

29 June 2006 Posted by edbattle | Architecture, Los Angeles | | No Comments Yet

Home: The Gaylord Apartments

The Gaylord is the tall building in upper right corner of this 1924 photo of the then-new Ambassador Hotel on Wilshire Boulevard. The Brown Derby restaurant is to the Gaylord’s left.

29 June 2006 Posted by edbattle | Architecture, Los Angeles | | No Comments Yet

All things and all opinions Los Angeles!

29 June 2006 Posted by edbattle | Blogroll posts, Los Angeles | | 1 Comment

Jean Nouvel’s big week I: Musee du Quai Branly, Paris

 

Photos: New York Times | June 21, 2006

Paris receives a grand gift

By Edwin Heathcote

Published: June 25 2006 19:17 | Last updated: June 25 2006 19:17

The Musée du Quai Branly may be Paris’s final grand projet. French presidents have taken to building their own legacies: from Giscard d’Estaing’s patronage of the Centre Pompidou to François Mitterand’s obsessive monument building. In the Quai Branly, the city’s biggest new museum since the Pompidou, Jacques Chirac has his epitaph.

While Mitterand’s projects tended towards megalomania (the Grande Arche, the Louvre Pyramid), the city’s new landmark is far more equivocal. The museum, designed by Jean Nouvel, houses the city’s rich collection of 300,000 objects and artefacts from Africa, the Americas, Asia and Oceania. Chirac intended the museum as a symbol of France as the international cultural arbiter and last bastion against US cultural imperialism.

It is, though, a touchy subject. The idea of display of ritual and sacred fetishes can be problematic and their separation from western art implies an “otherness”. The counter-argument, however, is powerful. From Picasso to Breton and beyond, Parisian art was fundamentally influenced by these very collections. Nouvel has chosen not to create a single monumental building.

“This is not one architecture,” he says, “But a series of territories which create a transition between our world and this world of the other.”

The museum is built around a large public garden at the heart of the site embraced by the sweeping curve of the main building that sits on the banks of the Seine. A series of variegated, brightly coloured boxes project from the walls and each acts as a kind of side chapel, a reliquary holding sacred objects, each generating a unique, theatrical atmosphere.

These jewel boxes form diversions off a staggered, contrived route through the building.

The galleries are defined by a complex series of layerings in which objects appear to float in the galleries and superimpose themselves on others through reflection and transparency. It forms an animated, occasionally jarring dreamscape, the same filmic overlaying Nouvel uses at the Guthrie. An organic leather wall wends its way around, providing seating ledges and physical guidance. Orientation is assisted by huge glass silos, which are neither exhibition nor storage. These transparent volumes bring the museum’s awesome reserves into public view. A temporary exhibition space has been left more open, its white ramp winding, Guggenheim-like, up through the volume.

For a building of this scale and cost (€232.5m), the museum connects with the Haussmann and Deco-era apartment blocks of the Rue de Université with a modest workshop block.

The extensive gardens are real public spaces, vibrant and attractive. The museum is raised on bright red piers to allow the undulating landscaping to run uninterrupted across the site (and at one point over the site as greenery encompasses the walls of one Seine-side block). It remains incomplete but its potential is obvious.

This building represents a historic undertaking, a gamble and a display of confidence by both president and architect. London, with its closed Museum of Mankind and its probably-to-be-demolished Commonwealth Institute, has failed to address these same issues. For Nouvel this is another in a line of fascinating and occasionally brilliant buildings, for Chirac it may be his one substantial achievement, and for Paris it is a real gift.

28 June 2006 Posted by edbattle | Architecture | | No Comments Yet

Jean Nouvel’s big week II: Guthrie Theater, Minneapolis

Los Angeles Times | June 21, 2006 

Top: ‘Endless Bridge’: The 175-foot-long extension juts out toward the Mississippi and offers remarkable views. Photo: Gallop Studios

Bottom: ‘Twilight’: The architect wanted the dark blue of the theater’s facade to recall the magic of that time between day and night. Photo: Amanda Ortland

28 June 2006 Posted by edbattle | Architecture | | No Comments Yet

Wilkerson vs Perle: “Why We Fight”

Bloomberg.com: Opinion

Margaret Carlson    Margaret Carlson , who was a columnist and deputy Washington bureau chief for Time magazine, is a columnist for Bloomberg News. The opinions expressed are her own.

Ike’s Warning May Just Tell Us `Why We Fight’: Margaret Carlson

June 27 (Bloomberg) — More than a million Americans spent two hours of their discretionary entertainment time last week watching Anderson Cooper interview Angelina Jolie about how wonderful she is, how wonderful she thinks Anderson is, and their respective celebrity clout in saving African and Katrina victims.

By contrast, inside the Beltway, hundreds of wonks were drawn to a Council on Foreign Relations screening of “Why We Fight,” a film starring the antithesis of puffed-lip Hollywood celebrity, former President Dwight Eisenhower.

The film opens with the most experienced commander-in-chief in the last century giving a speech warning of the growing military-industrial complex. “The potential for the disastrous rise of misplaced power exists,” he said. “We must never let the weight of this . . . endanger our liberties or democratic processes.”

With more subtlety and less overreaching than Michael Moore’s “Fahrenheit 9/11,” the film shows how we went ahead and did just that. The film quotes Senator John McCain, neo-con Bill Kristol and a former female lieutenant in the Pentagon who worked with the Office of Special Plans (special to Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld and Vice President Dick Cheney). The result is the tale of how the country was steamrolled into the Iraqi war by an administration bent on promoting supportive intelligence, however sketchy, and burying unfavorable intelligence, however solid.

Ike’s Fears

How Ike’s fears came true is shown through the stories of everyday people: two pilots who launched the first attack of the Iraq war, a Vietnamese woman who escaped U.S. bombs in 1973 and now labors in the factory that makes them, and a fresh recruit you wish could have a few more years of his youth.

The most poignant tale is that of a New York policeman who lost his son on Sept. 11 and finds solace in President George W. Bush’s revenge on Saddam Hussein. He gets his son’s name imprinted on a bomb to exact his own.

After the president announced there were no weapons of mass destruction in Iraq after all, he asks, “What the hell did we go in there for.” Unlike the Bush administration, he had an excuse. “I was so insane with wanting to get even, I was willing to believe anything.”

The draw for many in the audience was the post-screening panel featuring two Republicans who have come down on opposite sides of the war: Richard Perle, appointed by the president to the powerful Defense Policy Board Advisory Committee, and retired Army Colonel Lawrence Wilkerson, former Secretary of State Colin Powell’s former chief of staff. Keeping them at a safe distance was Susan Eisenhower, granddaughter of the movie’s star.

Ardent Hawk

Perle is one of the most ardent hawks to serve in government, although he didn’t serve in the military. As assistant secretary of defense in the Reagan Administration, he so opposed arms control that he was called the Prince of Darkness.

Leading up to the invasion, Perle recommended “total war” in Iraq and predicted Saddam and his supporters would disappear “at the first whiff of gunpowder,” and that there would be a “grand square in Baghdad that is named after President Bush.” Our children, he believed, “will sing great songs about us years from now.”

He’s done well in the private sector, with a multimillion- dollar house in Chevy Chase, Maryland, and a villa in Provence, France, although not without controversy.

Last year, the Securities and Exchange Commission told him he was under investigation after a report to Hollinger International Inc. shareholders said that Perle had “flagrantly abdicated his duty” as his friend, former Hollinger Chairman Conrad Black, looted the company like a “corporate kleptocracy.” The investigating committee asked Perle to return $5.4 million.

Wilkerson, a 31-year Army veteran who fought in Vietnam, spent the last 16 years working for Powell, a former general, and reveres him. Perle, by contrast views Powell as a “wuss,” according to the Associated Press, because of Powell’s skepticism about the Iraq war. Since speaking out against the administration, Wilkerson’s relationship with Powell, who has chosen to stay silent, is strained.

Wilkerson has done good, but not well. He lives in a townhouse in a Virginia suburb with his wife, who works in a gift and card shop. His son serves in Iraq. Although offered large sums to write a book and give speeches, he has chosen to teach.

Perle came out swinging, calling the film “monstrously unfair” to Cheney. The film showed how the government outsouces almost everything from peeling potatoes to supplying toilet paper, and if Halliburton Co., which Cheney headed before being elected vice president, demands no-bid contracts, it gets them, and then gets some more even after audits showed it bilked the government out of $100 million.

Perle said that Cheney doesn’t favor his old buddies at Halliburton because he went to extraordinary lengths to divorce his fortunes from the company’s by purchasing “an annuity that pays him even if Halliburton goes under.”

A former officer with an Army pension, Wilkerson changed the subject back to the war, how on Sept. 12 the whole world was on our side, how bad it is that 1 percent is bleeding for the rest of us for trumped up reasons.

He revealed that just before they left the State Department, Powell had Wilkerson prepare a “dossier, every memo, every call, on what happened,” which Wilkerson is keeping in various undisclosed locations for safekeeping. After Perle denied Cheney had approved of torture, Wilkerson referenced a memo to prove he did. If only he would write that book.

If Perle is so enamored of annuities, he should buy one that insures compensation and consolation to Americans when the war goes under. Among other things, Eisenhower said “God help this country when a president sits at this desk who doesn’t know as much about the military as I do.”

A heartbeat away sits someone who does know as much, only the military-industrial complex has gained, not lost, power as a result. God help this country.

(Margaret Carlson, author of “Anyone Can Grow Up: How George Bush and I Made It to the White House” and former White House correspondent for Time magazine, is a Bloomberg News columnist. The opinions expressed are her own.)

28 June 2006 Posted by edbattle | Neo-con | paranoid style, Politics | | No Comments Yet

Omigod department: Dick Cheney ‘last throes’ comment redux

Photo: Associated Press

Vice President Dick Cheney said that while the administration underestimated the strength of anti- American violence in Iraq, he still believes the insurgency is in its “last throes,” as he asserted last year.

“I don’t think anybody anticipated the level of violence we encountered,” Cheney said in a question-and-answer session following a speech today at the National Press Club in Washington.

20 June 2006 Posted by edbattle | Neo-con | paranoid style, Politics | | No Comments Yet

Vincent Schiavelli: a tribute

Vincent | Locarno Film Festival 2003

Five of Vincent’s closest male friends–me included, although I didn’t contribute much except my presence–sponsored a tribute to him at the Italian Cultural Institute in Westwood on Saturday, June 17th. Phil Goldfarb was the driving force–and Dan Olderman assembled clips from movies and TV that hit the high spots of a memorably diverse career. The element of the video that touched me the most, that I had not seen before, was a pickup from the documentary that Camilla, Danish film-maker, former co-inhabitant of the El Royale, daughter of a friend, and friend, made about Vincent’s return to live in his ancestral village in Sicily, Polizzi Generoso. Both his thoughtful words and the cuts to his extraordinarily expressive hands stay in memory.

Someday, if it feels meaningful to set down what lives so intensely in memory, I will write about him at greater length. Twelve of his friends who are based in Los Angeles had a dinner in his memory at Celestino Drago’s restaurant in Santa Monica in January 2006, just a few weeks after his death on December 26th. I talked about him at some length at that time. My experience of him was a little different than others, who focused more as a jumping-off point on the wonderful dinners at his various apartments and houses in LA over the last 30 years. I knew him a little less communally, all the way back to his 20s in Manhattan. I think I was his closest gay male friend, not that made any real difference in the connection, which had more to do with cooking together and his being Italian and my living in Italy as a child–and being in group therapy together. Whenever he wanted to confide something in me, he would preface it by saying that there wasn’t much reason not to tell me anything personal, because, after all, “we were in group together.” A man of many parts, loved by many, missed (deeply) by me.  

20 June 2006 Posted by edbattle | Ed Battle and friends, Film, Food | | No Comments Yet

Klimt’s ‘Adele Bloch-Bauer’: now on view at LACMA!

 

Museum Associates/Agence France-Presse – Getty Images

Gustav Klimt's 1907 portrait "Adele Bloch-Bauer I." 

Lauder Pays $135 Million, a Record, for a Klimt Portrait

CAROL VOGEL

New York Times | June 19, 2006

A dazzling, gold-flecked 1907 portrait by Gustav Klimt has been purchased for the Neue Galerie in Manhattan by the cosmetics magnate Ronald S. Lauder for $135 million, the highest sum ever paid for a painting.

The portrait, of Adele Bloch-Bauer, the wife of a Jewish sugar industrialist and the hostess of a prominent Vienna salon, is considered one of the artist's masterpieces. For years, it was the focus of a restitution battle between the Austrian government and a niece of Mrs. Bloch-Bauer who argued that it was seized along with four other Klimt paintings by the Nazis during World War II. In January all five paintings were awarded to the niece, Maria Altmann, now 90, who lives in Los Angeles, and other family members.

20 June 2006 Posted by edbattle | Art | | No Comments Yet

Rufus Wainwright @ Carnegie Hall

 

Photo by Timothy Greenfield-Sanders…All rights reserved.

Singer/songwriter Rufus Wainwright re-created, song for song, (26 in all) Judy Garland's legendary April 1961 Carnegie Hall concert tonight at Carnegie Hall. Special guests onstage included Wainwright's mother Kate McGarrigle, his sister Martha Wainwright and Garland's daughter Lorna Luft who performed a stunning duet of "After You've Gone" with him.The audience was packed with celebrities and artists… in the rows surrounding me sat Antony, David Bryne, Laurie Anderson, Robert Wilson, Michael Kors, and Jane Adams.This sold-out concert was the hottest ticket in town and deservingly so. Wainwright's performance was brilliant and his singing tonight masterfully showcased this extraordinarily gifted man's talent.

New York Times | Music Review

Rufus Wainwright Pays Tribute to Judy Garland at Carnegie Hall

By STEPHEN HOLDEN

Published: June 16, 2006

A version of this review appeared in some late editions yesterday.

Richard Termine for The New York Times

Rufus Wainwright, the 32-year-old singer-songwriter and opera maven, last night at Carnegie Hall re-creating song by song Judy Garland's 1961 concert, which became the most beloved of all pre-rock concert albums.

They came to commune with a legend and to pay their respects to the singer channeling her. "They" would be the heavily gay, mostly male, mostly over-30 audience that sold out Carnegie Hall on Wednesday and Thursday evenings; the legend would be Judy Garland; and the gawky, flouncing pop shaman conjuring her would be Rufus Wainwright, the 32-year-old singer-songwriter and opera maven descended from folk-music royalty.

It doesn't matter that Mr. Wainwright sounds nothing like Garland or that his voice, an astringent drone with a quavering edge, uncertain intonation and slightly garbled diction, isn't half as good an instrument as Garland's. The spirit was there. At the very least, his loving song-by-song re-creation of Garland's brilliant concert of April 23, 1961, which became "Judy at Carnegie Hall," the most beloved of all prerock concert albums, was a fabulous stunt. Not even Madonna, pop music's ultimate provocateur, has attempted anything so ambitious.

What unfolded onstage Wednesday was a tour de force of politically empowering performance art in which a proudly gay male performer paid homage to the original and most durable gay icon in the crowded pantheon of pop divas. Accompanying him was a 36-piece orchestra conducted by Stephen Oremus playing the original 1961 arrangements, transposed several notes lower to suit Mr. Wainwright's voice.

The concert was a two-family affair, with Garland's clan represented by her daughter Lorna Luft, who arrived onstage late in the two-and-a-half-hour marathon to put her seal of approval on the project by joining Mr. Wainwright in a duet of "After You've Gone." (Garland's other daughter, Liza Minnelli, was conspicuously absent.)

Besides Rufus, the Wainwrights were represented by his sister, Martha, who brought down the house with a whooping and swooping "Stormy Weather"; and by his mother, Kate McGarrigle, who accompanied him on piano on "Over the Rainbow" and an encore of "Ev'ry Time We Say Goodbye" that is not on the Garland album.

Because Garland's stamina onstage was legendary, Mr. Wainwright's biggest challenge was to build and sustain the kind of electrical connection between performer and audience that, in Garland's case, approached a vampirish emotional symbiosis. In contrast to the go-for-broke emotional immediacy Garland churned up like a great actress, Mr. Wainwright is an arch bohemian dandy who is far too self-conscious to give himself heart and soul to standards he obviously admires, but finds technically daunting, and in many cases doesn't know that well.

But there are also deep similarities. Like Garland, Mr. Wainwright is a natural clown and showman who deftly turned his many little flubs into endearing comic bits of business. Like Garland, he is a witty storyteller with a keen sense of the absurd who is not afraid to make fun of himself. In one of many amusing anecdotes on Wednesday, he remembered his childhood identification with "The Wizard of Oz." On good days, he said, he imagined he was Dorothy, and on bad ones the Wicked Witch of the West.

Scattered through a concert, some of whose two-dozen-plus songs he hadn't fully memorized, were some memorable performances. Mr. Wainwright rode the famous bongo-propelled arrangement of "Come Rain or Come Shine" to glory. His tender, reflective "Over the Rainbow" evoked the vocal sound of Harry Nilsson's nearly forgotten 1973 album, "A Little Touch of Schmilsson in the Night," one of the first records in which a rock singer broke ranks to gaze wistfully into the past. An eerie falsetto version of "Do It Again," in Garland's key, almost worked, except for some tonal slips. "The Trolley Song" elicited cheers. He also talked about the album that inspired the concert, citing "If Love Were All" as his favorite song in the set.

For those who came to worship, Mr. Wainwright could do no wrong. If there were no boos, an audience clearly primed to go crazy never exploded into cathartic pandemonium. Still, Mr. Wainwright's courage to stand as a surrogate for every Garland fan who ever gazed into the mirror and fantasized about stepping into her ruby slippers spoke for itself. Simply for doing it, he was a hero.

16 June 2006 Posted by edbattle | Gay Male, Music | | 1 Comment

Rufus Wainwright: taking chances!

Just to be clear: like him a lot; never learned to like her style of crescendo-per-minute singing. Think he is brave to tackle such an iconic singer’s repertory, nonetheless. 

16 June 2006 Posted by edbattle | Gay Male, Music | | No Comments Yet

Rufus Wainwright on crystal meth | UK Observer Music Monthly

Crystal clear

Rufus Wainwright, lauded by his peers as the most extraordinary songwriter of his generation, used his tortured relationship with his famous family to feed his muse, and took so much methamphetamine that he went temporarily blind. In New York, Tim Adams meets the 'true heir to Verdi'

Sunday February 20, 2005

Rufus Wainwright
Rufus Wainwright in New York in 2003
 

There was two foot of snow on New York's streets the day I went to meet Rufus Wainwright. The city was shut down and hushed; my yellow cab slid and revved painstakingly down Broadway, the driver cursed -eloquently in Italian, and I sat in the back listening to tracks from Wainwright's albums on my Walkman, hoping we did not get stuck, wishing I owned a hat.There are few places on earth as self-consciously dramatic as Manhattan in a blizzard, and in this mood the city could have no more appropriate soundtrack. Rufus Wainwright sees himself in some senses as the true heir to Verdi, clinging on to his every operatic note as if for dear life, violins swirling as he unpacks his heart, mixing American songbook verve with raw self-revelation. He sings of imaginary and foolish love, of absent fathers, of narcotic romance and the premature death of -matinee idols; he aspires to the condition of Judy Garland at Carnegie Hall. By the time I got to the little Thai restaurant on 14th Street, near his apartment, I feared my lip might be trembling.

Wainwright is, in person, necessarily much smaller than his voice would allow. He sits ordering his usual soup in a red sweater knit by his mother, quite childishly delighted by the snow. He's 31, but looks younger. He is nervy and needy by turns as he talks, as arch and confessional as his songs, now reliving his recent near-death experiences with drugs, now affecting a demonic camp laugh about his love life. His friend Elton John, who helped him get into rehab a couple of years ago, after Wainwright had gone temporarily blind from his crystal meth addiction and was crying all day every day, calls him 'the as-yet unheralded American treasure'. Michael Stipe sees him as the new Nina Simone. Martin Scorsese, for whom he played a lounge singer in The Aviator, came to think of him as a 'one-man Greek chorus'.

Wainwright has also, of late, by necessity, become a protest singer, in a suitably blowsy fashion. When we meet he has spent the past couple of days, on and off, watching the unsettling spectacle of the inauguration of his President, and it has left him a little shaky. 'It really is so sinister looking, it's so very Shakespearean,' he says. He talks of preparing an escape route from America, of the powerful forces within the new government that would like to see homosexuality criminalised again. 'I think that the Americans who elected Bush into office are probably worried about terrorists, but enemy number one, the source of all evil, is gay people.' The previous day, he says, a German journalist had asked him if he felt like a Jew in 1933. If anything, he said, he felt like a homosexual in 1933.

His new album, Want Two, begins, pointedly, with a soaring setting for the Mass for Peace, 'Agnus Dei', before going on to offer a different kind of prayer: for the arrival in America of the Gay Messiah, a second coming if ever there was one. 'He will then be reborn,' 'Rufus the Baptist' suggests, 'from 1970s porn/wearing tube socks with style/and such an innocent smile.' Such lyrical prophecy has predictably exercised the Concerned Women for America, among others, but Wainwright is more than happy to unleash a few arrows of desire in their direction. Everything is a religious war these days, he says, and he feels obliged to assert his own faith: 'I'm not born again, I'm not Kabbalah, God forbid, but I did have an experience hitting 30 that I needed to lean on something that assured me that everything is going to be OK. I had to regain a lot of my belief in fairy tales, in happy endings. A childish innocence where you are not afraid all the time any more, and I think that pertains to the album art, you know, the cover…'

The cover in question, for Want Two, depicts the singer dressed as the Lady of Shallot, in full pre-Raphaelite splendour, prone and pale among flowers. It makes a companion piece to his previous CD, Want One, where Wainwright appears in armour, vulnerable as St Sebastian; less a double album than a camp diptych. He is a bit outraged that his 'record company or whoever' saw fit to put a large sticker over the picture of him in a frock, ostensibly to advertise a DVD of a live concert, though he can guess at the business wisdom: 'Even radio stations and record stores are extremely reactionary right now,' he suggests, bleakly.

There is another sticker on the album, too, one of those that says 'Parental Advisory'. In Wainwright's case you can't help feeling that the warning is directed somewhat pointedly towards his own mother and father. The singer-songwriter Loudon Wainwright III announced his son's birth to the world in his song 'Rufus is a Tit-Man', in which he half-jokingly weighed up the new competition for his wife's favours: 'So put Rufus on the left one/And put me on the right/And like Romulus and Remus/We'll suck all night.' His mother, Kate McGarrigle, one half of the celebrated singing McGarrigle sisters, retaliated with the tear-jerker 'First Born': 'He's his mother's favourite and his grandmother's too/He'll break their hearts, and he'll break yours too.'

Wainwright says his earliest memory is seeing his mother loading the U-haul trailer in which she left his father and took Rufus and baby sister Martha from New York to live in Canada. He was three at the time, 'and just really terribly worried why they were putting the dining room table on this truck'. Loudon Wainwright subsequently communicated with his family regularly in song. 'He certainly dealt onstage I think more directly with the anatomy of his family than any other performer I know,' Wainwright says. 'He had a song for every family member, every situation. And my mother did the same thing in a way. At the same time, though, my father was very distant from us and very hard to get to at all.'

That relationship and that absence is at the root of many of Rufus Wainwright's own yearning melodies, he believes, but it finds its most poignant expression in the extraordinary song 'Dinner at Eight' on Want One which describes a confrontation with his father at a restaurant some years ago. 'We had just done a shoot for Rolling Stone together,' he says, 'and I told him he must be really happy that I had got him back in that magazine after all these years. That sort of kicked things off. Later in the evening he threatened to kill me. So I went home and wrote 'Dinner at Eight' as a vindictive retort to his threat.' The song recalls again the original occasion of their parting. 'Why is it so,' he sings, 'That I've always been the one who must go…/When in fact you were the one/ Long ago… in the drifting white snow/ Who left me?'

Does he still feel he is playing for his parents?

'No, I think it just sometimes it hits you. I was in Paris recently and a little jet lagged. I got to the end of the set and sang 'Dinner at Eight' and I was just inconsolable. Just crying. It can overwhelm you in two seconds.' He laughs a little. 'The rest of the time, of course, I like to think that I am singing to dead composers. I like to sing to Verdi, I like singing to Sibelius, and Mahler maybe. Those are the ones who I hope might be interested.'

Rufus is not the only one who dwells on the family break-up. The night before I met him I'd heard his sister, Martha, singing at a charity gig in a bookshop in Greenwich Village. She mines similar territory to her brother, though in a slightly more aggressive fashion. In interviews Martha Wainwright is relatively sanguine about her growing up. 'It wasn't the Von Trapp family,' she says, 'But the issues that I have with my mum and dad are much less than those most of my friends have with their parents, probably to do with the fact that there are no secrets. It's probably saved me a lot of money in therapy because I am aware that it all comes out in the wash.' Still, her first album will carry the title of a song which, she suggested on stage, was written for her parents: 'Bloody Motherfucking Asshole'. She has a voice that is a more rough and ready version of Bjsrk's, capable of anger and sudden beauty; if Philip Larkin had been able to primal scream, I thought, it might have come out like this.

Rufus has an older brother's love of his sister; he included a picture of himself and her as toddlers on his first album. He has been surprised by her career. 'I was always the one who was going to be a star,' he says, with mock offence. 'Or so I thought. I asked her to come and play with me once, for fun, and before I know it she had, like, eight songs she'd written. As every gay person knows: you can't fuck with a diva. She has this incredible imperious quality. So that has added a bit of extra spice to the family.'

Wainwright's exit route from the competition and difficulties of home was his sexuality, he says. 'I could always escape into this demi-monde of homosexuality, which I feel really indebted to. It stopped me being a mummy's boy.'

He flirted briefly with girls when he was young – he had a girlfriend at an international summer camp in Lyme Regis when he was 13 ('A very Victorian girlfriend, I hasten to add. Taking long walks along the Cobb, drinking cider with these gypsies in a field') – but he always knew. 'I was hyper-developed sexually, understood what I wanted and thought I would go out and get it.' Staying with his father in London when he was 14 he picked up a man in a bar and was raped in Hyde Park. 'I was very terrified; Aids was at its zenith. My mother and father could not handle even me being gay. We never talked about it really.' He took to listening to Verdi's Requiem all day in the dark. His father thought he should go to boarding school and sent him to Millbrook in New York State, the setting for Dead Poets Society. 'It was the best thing that ever happened to me,' he says.

Wainwright was always writing songs. He released his first track when he was 13 for a movie and was nominated as best male artist in the Canadian equivalent of the Grammys. By the time he was 18 he was ready to be a star. 'It was all in the eyes,' he suggests, smiling at himself. He recalls sitting in a bar, too young to drink, with a record company executive, who was being insulting and seen-it-all. 'I was saying no, you don't understand, I am on a mission to bring back songwriting, I'm going to be a legend – I admit I was a bit annoying – and I looked at him and sort of gave him the eye. He looked at me for the first time. "You know what," he said, "you might actually make it."'

Wainwright then had his first few run- ins with New York, which were miserably unsuccessful. 'I was working in a movie theatre; it was incredibly hard to play anywhere. I failed and left and went back home. I decided perhaps I should attempt my launch in a more hospitable environment, so I went to Montreal.'

He played there in the street or wherever, made little flyers for his shows, mostly at a place called Cafe Sarajevo, full of refugees from the Yugoslavian wars. 'They were a tough audience, but I learnt a few things.' At the end of the summer his father, who thought he was up to no good, gave his tape to Van Dyke Parks, who worked with Brian Wilson of the Beach Boys, famously. Wainwright was immediately signed to DreamWorks, flew to LA and lived there for three years making his first album. 'For a while I was in one studio, kd lang was one side, the Rolling Stones on the other, so that was good.'

Parks helped him to create the big orchestral sound that is often set as a counterpoint to his brutally personal singing. 'My theory was,' he says, 'I have always gravitated to those chords, and it would be better to start big and to kind of sculpt down to the essence over the years than to start with the essence and then get bigger. I liked opera, I like Bjsrk, I was very interested in Morrissey, I had a sort of punky phase, so that all got thrown in.'

When Wainwright returned to New York it was with a successful debut record, and everyone who had ignored him was now extremely pleased to see him. He hung out with fashion people, survivors from Studio 54, drag queens, David LaChapelle and Kenneth Anger. 'It was a glorious moment in my life,' he suggests. 'Drugs were abounding. I was the It Boy.' But traumatised by his first teenage gay encounter, he struggled always, he says, to find love. 'I had a string of straight boyfriends. Guys I would occasionally have sex with, maybe only make out with, but never be allowed to say they were my boyfriend.' That, he suggests, was perfect for songwriting, because he would always be longing for something. 'But the serious downside was that I would need to satisfy myself sexually. To get to that other place I would do drugs; there is this kind of Babylonian village that exists in this city. I am happy it does exist, but it is not where you want to end up.'

One of the places he ended up was in a lot of 'Boogie Nights' moments, 'with 20 naked people in my apartment and me in my bathrobe playing 'Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk',' [his tortured little hymn to addiction]. It was methamphetamine – crystal meth – that brought this part of his life to a close. Wainwright had tried the drug, he says, once maybe 10 years ago, then the next year he did it four times and so on. 'Now it is very available. If you walk down to Chelsea, the gay area, every second billboard on the street is about the dangers of crystal meth. It is like speed, but the effect it seems to have on gay men is that decades of anxiety about sex and fear of disease just goes away and you are just off to the races.' He would have lost weekends, violent fantasies. 'At one point, I can't remember whether it was in the act of sex or just before, this single thought came into my head: the ultimate orgasm is death. And I knew that was where I was heading. I wanted it in some way, this highly sexualised death.'

His final cry for help was prefaced by the most surreal week of his life. He first had to do an episode of Ab Fab, playing himself as a 'druggy boy about town'; he then found himself hanging out for a couple of days with Barbara Bush, the daughter of the President, at a fashion show and a party, 'and that freaked the shit out of me; she's a kind of ditsy sorority girl but I had this sense, the state I was in, of her being so very close to evil.' The next night he 'had this debauched evening with my mother and Marianne Faithfull… it would not be fair to go into detail, but use your imagination.' The drugs had already caused him to lose his sight on occasion, and all the while, hallucinating, it was images of his father that kept flashing in front of him.

'I realised suddenly just how unhappy I was,' he says, still in thrall to the memory. 'I believed I had two choices. I was either going to rehab or I was going to live with my father. I knew I needed an asshole to yell at me, and I felt he fitted the bill. I wanted to become him in some way.'

Wainwright wasn't sure who to call to help him make this choice. 'Then I thought: gay, songwriter, drug addict. That kind of narrowed the field. I knew Elton, I'd sung with him before, so I called him up and he was incredible. He said, "Rufus I know exactly where you are: you have to get to a clinic"; he offered to book me in.'

Wainwright spent a month at the Hazelden in Minnesota, detoxing and undergoing therapy. He will not talk about his subsequent sobriety, but suggests he has stuck with the programme.

'When you are young if you are lucky there is this gorgeous period where you don't have to atone, and life graces you with events that are beautiful. For me that well dried up. I had to realise I am a human being like anyone else, and that I have to do boring tedious work, in order to figure out my problems.'

Some of this work was done in the studio; on his release from the clinic he threw himself into Want One and Want Two. The songs inhabit his self-analysis; some, like the haunting 'My Phone's on Vibrate' – 'the story of a boy, me, walking from bar to bar trying to find a go-go dancer I had spent one night with' – recall nights of desperate craving at a slight comic distance. Despite their intimacy, such songs show Wainwright's ability to transcend the strictly personal. The albums proved to Wainwright that he did not need the drugs, that he could come of age without them. Neil Tennant, of the Pet Shop Boys, suggests of this work that 'I can't think of a better songwriter working today than Rufus Wainwright.'

'I would say if you look at a clinical dissection of what a career should be I'm in a good place,' Wainwright says. 'My voice is at its height. It will probably become more soulful but it still has a bit of the youthful acrobat in it. Most of all I feel really needed all of a sudden; I feel I can bring a slight ray of hope and variety to this ever more depressing world.'

This sense of purpose is illustrated, for him, by 'Gay Messiah'. 'It was written ages ago as a party song, to kind of liven up a dinner table,' he says. 'And then as the political climate thickened it became a kind of liberal anthem. On stage I began to preface it with a plea to go out and vote Democrat. And now it has become a kind of literal prayer. We do actually need this divine porn star to come down and teach us what it means to be human again…'

That he has survived, Wainwright suggests, makes him feel vindicated.

'It is not so much I feel blessed but I do feel some higher power wants me to live. Like: you are going to be an example.'

He sounds like he feels chosen?

'No,' he says, quickly, seeing the implications, giggling crazily at his pretension, 'it's more like I've been hired. I just got a song from Burt Bacharach; he called me yesterday. How amazing is that? I'm a songwriter in New York in the snow. I feel that it is my duty. There is this great tradition from Cole Porter to Rodgers and Hart. I feel a bit like I've finally got the job…'

· 'Want Two' (DreamWorks) is released on 7 March; Rufus Wainwright tours the UK in April

16 June 2006 Posted by edbattle | Gay Male, Music | | 1 Comment

Show the skin you are in — and help a good cause!

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Gay Pride Los Angeles | June 10 – 11, 2006

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Hollywood Hillary


New York Times

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Hillary: navigating the minefield

Wounds Salved, Clinton Returns to Health Care

Photo: New York Times | Stephen Crowley

Hillary Clinton visited Capitol Hill in 1994 in an effort to lobby support for a universal health care plan for which she was sharply criticized.

By ROBIN TONER and ANNE E. KORNBLUT

Published: June 10, 2006

WASHINGTON, June 9 — No policy issue has bedeviled Senator Hillary Rodham Clinton more than health care. Ever since the collapse of her proposal for universal coverage in 1994, critics have used the issue as prime evidence in their case that she is, at heart, a big-government liberal with a zeal for social engineering.

Back to Health Care

Video: Back to Health Care

But now, as Mrs. Clinton heads into her re-election campaign and a possible bid for the presidency, she is trying to recast the political disaster of 1994 as something else: as a badge of honor, as a symbol of lessons learned and, perhaps most significant, as invaluable preparation for dealing with the problems in the health care system today.

“A lot of people know that I was involved in health care back in ‘93 and ‘94, and I still have the scars to show for it,” Mrs. Clinton says in a new biographical film that she is showing on the campaign trail. After raising the topic in a recent speech, she added, “But it’s worth wading into again — and we’re going to have to.”

Mrs. Clinton’s approach to health care is strikingly different this time around, a measure of her evolution from an impatient agent of change to a cautious senator — and potential presidential contender — keenly attuned to the political center.

In 1994, she and President Bill Clinton insisted that anything short of universal coverage was unacceptable and proposed a vast overhaul of the health care system to provide it: a 1,342-page plan that drew withering fire from an array of interest groups and died in a Democratic Congress.

Today, her plans to expand coverage are tempered and incremental. Her first major goal appears to be universal health coverage for children, which she hopes to advance by expanding the State Children’s Health Insurance Program, or Schip, an existing federal program up for review in 2007.

“I have to do what the political reality permits me to do,” Mrs. Clinton said in a recent interview. She said that covering everyone remained her ultimate goal, but that Democrats would be fighting “a lot of rear-guard actions” as long as Republicans controlled Congress.

Mrs. Clinton has not pushed a comprehensive coverage plan in her first term in the Senate. As part of the Democratic minority, she says she has primarily focused on defending existing programs from cuts by conservatives.

She also continues to shy from the ultimate challenge: describing what a comprehensive Democratic health care plan would look like. When pressed, for example, on how to control costs, usually the thorniest issue, she replied: “It depends on what kind of system you’re devising. And that’s still not at all clear to me, what the body politic will bear.”

Mrs. Clinton’s supporters say voters have forgotten the gory details of the last Clinton health plan, which proposed huge new bureaucracies and new mandates on employers, and assumed that one-seventh of the American economy could be reinvented over the objections of powerful groups like the insurance and pharmaceutical industries.

Rather, her allies say, voters remember her for having tried to change the system.

Mrs. Clinton is quick to admit errors and thereby distance herself from the old plan. “I think that both the process and the plan were flawed,” she said in the interview. “We were trying to do something that was very hard to do, and we made a lot of mistakes.”

But some analysts say the old vulnerability — the memory of what conservatives scornfully called “Hillarycare” — remains, and could be revived in the heat of a presidential campaign. Moreover, the history puts Mrs. Clinton in a peculiar box.

“On the Democratic side, people will hunger for a major proposal,” said Robert J. Blendon, a Harvard professor and expert on public opinion and health. “But she’s extremely vulnerable to Republicans saying, the minute she articulates something, ‘Here we go again, a major expansion of government plans and plans that hurt business.’ “

The woman who was sharply criticized a decade ago for a lack of political realism is now steeped in it. If her cardinal sin in 1993-94 was overestimating the public’s appetite for change, as many analysts contend, she seems intent on not repeating the error. When employers complain to her about the need for federal action on health care, she said, “I say back to them, ‘Fine, what are you going to do to help us create the consensus that has to develop in order to move the political system?’ “

In her own search for consensus, Mrs. Clinton hired as her domestic policy adviser Laurie Rubiner, a health policy expert who for many years worked for Senator John H. Chafee, the moderate Rhode Island Republican, until his death in 1999. That has fueled suspicions on the left that Mrs. Clinton is growing too cautious and moving to the center on health care.

She encounters that perception on many issues these days; on health care it has been reinforced by her work alongside prominent Republicans like Newt Gingrich and Senator Bill Frist on goals like upgrading medical information technology.

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Prairie Home Companion: rare opportunity to hear Meryl Streep sing!

…and if you don't think she can sing, play the last scene of Postcards From The Edge

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Robert Altman: directing Prairie Home Companion

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Wilshire Boulevard: the downtown of a linear city

The New York Times – 26.04.2006

Los Angeles – Frank Gehry Partners.Los Angeles With a Downtown? Gehry’s Vision

Robin Pogrebin

It isn’t easy to create a real downtown district, vibrant and intense, in a city as sprawling and diffuse as Los Angeles, Frank Gehry admits. But that’s what he has set out to do with his design for Grand Avenue, unveiled in preliminary form yesterday.

The $750 million project, which includes the first high-rises he has ever designed for his hometown, is the first phase of a $1.8 billion development plan by the Related Companies that will remake Grand Avenue as a pedestrian-based gathering point.

‘When we talk about L.A. having a downtown, it’s a stretch, because L.A. is so spread out as a city,’ Mr. Gehry said in a telephone interview.

>>’Our downtown probably is a linear one – Wilshire Boulevard or Sunset Boulevard.’

My favorite Frank Gehry quote…

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Jacaranda time in Los Angeles

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Mary’s nephew

Kimon Kirk (2nd from left), me, Kris Delmhorst (right): Canter’s Deli, after the Kris Delmhorst and band performance at Hotel Cafe on Cahuenga Boulevard, May 21, 2006

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My favorite watercolorist: Lester Pancoast

8 June 2006 Posted by edbattle | Art | | 2 Comments

Recipe | Bloody Mary Salmon Loaf

>>Wonderful, spicy variation on an old-fashioned recipe! 

Ingredients

>>Bloody Mary Mix

2 cups tomato juice

horseradish 

Tabasco

Worcestershire sauce

celery seeds

1 fresh lime, juiced and zested

plus any other ingredients preferred in Bloody Mary mix

>>Salmon loaf mix

4 lg cans salmon

1/2 loaf whole wheat bread as toasted crumbs

1/2 lb rotini pasta cooked al dente

4 eggs

1/2 cup mayonnaise

8 oz goat cheese, plain or herbed

fresh dill

fresh tarragon

4-6 Anaheim and/or pasilla chiles

8 oz shitake mushrooms

6 celery stalks with leaves

1 lg red onion

8 cornichons sliced 

4 oz butter

fresh-ground black pepper to taste

salt to taste

Instructions

Pre-heat oven to 350 degrees. Grease large Dutch oven or 4 loaf pans. 

Assemble Bloody Mary mix. Combine with lightly-beaten eggs. Hold in refrigerator to pour over loaf just prior to baking.

Chop vegetables into small pieces. Combine with salmon, cooked pasta, mayo, lime juice and zest, chopped dill and tarragon. Stir lightly just to combine. Salt and pepper to taste.

Pack salmon loaf mixture lightly into Dutch oven or loaf pans approximately 2/3-full.

Top the casserole/loaf pans with crumbled goat cheese and bread crumbs. Dot with butter.

Pour Bloody Mary and beaten egg mix evenly over top.

Bake 30-40 minutes in 350 degree oven, checking after 30 minutes to ensure crumbed topping does not brown excessively. Allow to rest for 15 minutes and serve.

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My favorite architect: Zaha Hadid at the Guggenheim

June 2, 2006
New York Times | Architecture Review
>>Zaha Hadid: A Diva for the Digital Age
By NICOLAI OUROUSSOFF
ZAHA HADID has never built anything in New York. But to her followers around the world, that hardly matters. You can admire Renzo Piano's exquisite detailing or Frank Gehry's turbulent forms, but Ms. Hadid is architecture's diva, the most precocious talent in her profession.

"Zaha Hadid: Thirty Years in Architecture," her first major retrospective in the United States, gives New Yorkers a chance to see what they've been missing. The show, which opens tomorrow in the Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum's rotunda, spirals through Ms. Hadid's career, from her early enchantment with Soviet Constructivism to the sensuous and fluid cityscapes of her more recent commissions.

(excerpted from longer article)

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Zaha Hadid Architects
A model of the London Olympic Aquatic Center, 2004 by Zaha Hadid.

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Zaha Hadid Architects
A master plan for the One North complex in Singapore, one of Ms. Hadid's designs on view at the Guggenheim.

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Sara Krulwich/The New York Times
The Guggenheim Museum is presenting the Iraqi-born architect Zaha Hadid's first major retrospective in the United States.

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Sara Krulwich/The New York Times
Images from the "Dancing Towers," designed by Ms. Hadid, for Dubai.

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Zaha Hadid Architects
A model of the London Olympic Aquatic Center, 2004.

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The World (89 Degrees), 1983 | Zaha Hadid

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