I wanted to start this post with “Is nothing sacred?” but seeing as I write what I write about, I just couldn’t get past the irony.
I discovered Rufus Wainwright‘s cover of Hallelujah when I was a sophomore in high school. Because I am a regular person with ears, I immediately fell in love with it and used to drive around the suburbs in my Oldsmobile listening to it and feeling like this song “got me, in that way. Over a decade later, I still just adore it. In fact, I recently dusted off my keyboard and set about teaching myself the Wainwright version. (It’s not going great, but my boyfriend is really enjoying hearing the opening melody 289 times in a row.)
I am not about to do any kind of analysis of Leonard Cohen‘s lyrics, but look at this: [Read more...]