Do It Again Dept.: Rufus at Carnegie Hall (New Yorker)

…“I wanted to be Dorothy—on good days. On bad days, I wanted to be the Wicked Witch. I would put on an apron and my father would stand there with a Scotch in his hand and go, ‘Oh, my God.’ I would place my mother’s shoes in this diabolical circle; I would take one of her finest gowns, from, I don’t know, Laura Ashley”—the mention of the doyenne of un-fabulousness got an enormous laugh—“and I would step into the shoes, and I would melt.” The concert didn’t have the electricity of Garland’s album (it did have an appearance by Lorna Luft, Garland’s younger daughter), but if it wasn’t quite a night of magic it was still a triumph, and a moving one, especially when McGarrigle came out onstage for the encore, to play piano accompaniment to her son’s rendition of Cole Porter’s “Ev’ry Time We Say Goodbye”—a song that Garland didn’t sing, and yet an apt end to the evening. Mom had tears in her eyes when it was over, and so did almost everyone else.