Loudon Wainwright - songs from the heart (a flawed heart)
“I get the feeling that you're my sort of demographic” said
Loudon as he came on stage. There were indeed a large number of men who looked
like the cast from Curb Your Enthusiasm, including me. I use that reference
carefully as you can be damn sure that everyone on the room loves both.
He’s 66 coming on 19, with 22 albums under his still trim
belt and I’ve been listening to him for nearly 40 years – boy that sounds weird,
and still listen to tracks he released on those early albums, especially Attempted
Moustache. In any case last night was one of those evenings where artist and
audience felt easy with the idea that they’ve spent most of their lives in each
others company. The witty banter flowed
easily and the audience belted out requests, some of which he played, liked
Motel Blues and Primrose Hill. This is the first time I’ve seen him insert narratives into
the show, pieces that his dad wrote for LIFE magazine. They were overlong but
we forgive him, as we all get a bit ‘overlong’ in our storytelling as the years
progress.
Wainwright has always been an intensely autobiographical song writer,
with lots of songs about the way he treated (and mistreated) his now famous
offspring. ‘Rufus was a Tit Man’ was the least prophetic, as he turned out to
be gay and Loudon hilariously recalled the Long Island wedding, irreverently
recalling his role as ‘the father of the…partner’. He then played the song he
wrote for the wedding. This is why people love him and his song writing. He’s
not balladeer. These songs are straight from the heart, a flawed heart. They’re
all about his egoism, mistakes and misjudgements, not an imagined life but a life lived. Sometimes they’re just plain beautiful observations, like the Swimming
Song, but mostly they’re wry and a bit twisted.
On this night, most of the songs were about ageing. How
brave is that? Not twee, but edgy songs, about aches, sex, walking the dog, being
aware of being stalked by death. Sounds odd, but they were life affirming and I felt as though I’d been out for a long,
lingering, drunken meal with an old friend.