I love Patrick Wolf. I really do. His music is just so good. I can't turn away from it. It speaks to me. He's always putting stories or emotions in his songs and I can't ignore that. He uses instruments differently than other artists that I know of. He's never the same, always experimenting.
His first single from his new album(s) is the song "Vultures." I have LOVED this song since I heard a rough, demo version on Youtube recorded from a live concert. He has a music video of it which is on MySpace from 9pm to 4am on March 18 and 19, limited because it is so "raunchy." Really, I couldn't bring myself to watch it.
To sit on my couch and watch one of my most beloved musical artists rolling around in bondage gear, showing all sorts of skin, looking strange and ghoulish and wearing strange, 18th century hair... I just can't do it. It's too strange. It's too sexual. I don't want to picture Patrick Wolf as some half-naked man with elf hair. I want to picture him as someone who sits down with an instrument and pours his hear out into lyrics and musical themes.
I adore him as an artist. I love his music. But I cannot stand most of his music videos and his antics. They just bother me. He seems so over-the-top and pretentious when I wish he could just be a shy, humble, music genius like I thought he was for so long. Since "The Magic Position," he's gotten more eccentric and strange in a way that is quite unbecoming.
So I suppose Patrick Wolf will become an artist I will listen to, but not watch. So I can imagine whatever I want while I listen to his music, instead of picturing him half-naked, rolling around on a bed. Or lip-syncing in long, blonde elf hair.
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