You may remember that I killed her. (Don't blame me—she started it, and besides, I wouldn't have done it if Neil hadn't told me to.)
The first step to becoming an Amanda Palmer fan is to watch the videos. (I fell in love at "Ampersand." You might have to wait until "Strength through Music," or hell, the opening credits might do you. Then again her pop song about rape and abortion might make you feel so oogie (kendra's word) that you need to read this essay.)
Then you'll get the album. (If you order a real-life CD from www.alternativemusic.com (aka Lakeshore Record Exchange, aka my local music store), then they'll throw in a free DVD of videos while supplies last.)
Then you'll read the liner notes and be all, "Holy shit, she's got Zoë Keating (formerly of Rasputina) on cello and Annie Clark (St. Vincent) singing back up. That's even cooler than Neil Freakin' Gaiman writing her liner notes."
And then you'll be an Amanda Palmer fan.
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Oh, and welcome to the blog, Ventilator. I'm not sure how you ended up here, but thanks for reading.*****
And farewell, Donigan. Thanks for following for as long as you did. Glad we could share a happy music experience!
2 comments:
Wow, anyone with Keating and Clark on their album is already ok by me. I'll have a look when I get home!
I hope you like it. Have you picked up any of Zoë Keating's solo stuff? We have the first "One Cello X 16" EP. Really wonderful. I regret that I missed the chance to see her play live at a tiny little art gallery here in Rochester a couple years ago.
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