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quick trip to london. piano ? (Patreon)

Published:
2017-08-23 10:18:19
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2023-04

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hello my loves. 

greetings from tennessee, where i just witnessed totality. 

i have a longer blog & pictures coming at you but just a quick piece of housekeeping i need to get rolling. but before that HOLY SHIT did you notice that the dresden dolls shows all sold out in less than a few HOURS? what. damn fine band, that's why. these really are the only shows for 2017 and i'm so glad the tickets vanished. if you missed them and you're persistent, people do sell them or offer unused extras. watch twitter and the patreon FB page. 

now:

LONDON! I AM COMING TO YOU. neil needs to work on the start of shooting for his new fancy-ass tv show (a six-show series based on Good Omens, a book he co-wrote with terry pratchett) and its either be a single mom all month or get my ass to the UK. so i'm packin up the nappies and the notebooks and i'm going to try to continue work in london. gaiman owes me one big time. 

but there are way worse places to be stuck trying to write music than london....the foggy, tea-heavy air! the canals and dodgy charity shops! the echo of sweet melancholy in neil's voice when he says "would you fancy some fish and chips, darling?" which is british for "i want fish and chips right now." the tate. the queen. the pear cider. the daily mail. right? despite the shit weather,  london's not that bad. 

a surprise gig may happen (if anyone has ideas for where, i'm open and already plotting possible dates with andrew o'neill) and may possibly be patron-only if the room is small enough !!!!!

meanwhile...i gotta keep writing. DOES ANYONE HAVE A GOOD LEAD ON A REHEARSAL / STUDIO SPACE WITH A PIANO IN IT in or near CAMDEN? 

dates ... around sept 17-28th. day times mostly. maybe some nights. 

fine print

1) real piano, pref a grand. if i get desperate and go to a keyboard i'll just rent a space and a keyboard....

2) the space itself: rehearsal space, studio, garage, empty gallery, church basement whatever....

it'd be hard for me to work in someone's house unless there's absolutely nobody around. 

for reasons that i won't go into and don't totally understand or agree with....i'm a real weirdo about privacy and writing piano music....i can't handle an audience of any kind no matter how polite they are. this needs to be a place i can make some fuckin' noise and nobody who hears will be able to yell at me or be able do one goddamn thing about it. 

piano needs freedom. 

anyone got a lead ? 

hit me in the comments or email management@amandapalmer.net

xxx

a


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Anonymous

When are the Dresden Dolls coming to San Francisco? :)

Anonymous

"i can't handle an audience of any kind no matter how polite they are. this needs to be a place i can make some fuckin noise and nobody who hears will be able to yell at me or be able do one goddamn thing about it." Hee hee! I'll take that challenge, Amanda! Invite me me to a composing session and I will find a comfortable spot on the floor far enough away to give me room to be *not*. Give me about an hour's notice. If you have chosen a place in which to write, that is challenging to ignore, I might need to take a few practice running jumps to get all the way Out. But I promise I won't sit there throwing Polite at you. That is a terrible and intrusive thing to do to an artist! Forcing them to match silent politness for silent politeness--like an overenthusiastic tennis player who forces people to play his game by throwing fuzzy green balls at them until they run away or finally hit one back in self defense! I don't play games like that. I like people too much to force unwanted politness on them. Bleh--rather spend time with a dog. I give you my promise as you write, not to yell at you, or the walls, the piano, or even my memories of every bad thing that has ever happened to me. Or anyone else, for that matter. Negatory on the yelling. Not even silent yelling--the loudest kind--which can be heard a solar system away. And, finally, "not doing one goddam thing" is kinda the whole point of Going Inside and Being Not. I could not have phrased it better or more succinctly. I predict a highly successful writting session. You are using all cylinders already! I can see the words leaking out at high speed already--even as you are writing this post. I can feel the energy of writting part of your brain, like heat, right through the screen. Like a cook on rollerskates with a giant black pot of very hot stew--trying to get it to the table before it spills and burns anyone. "Hot soup!" And a crowd of people is blocking your way. Some of them are trying to make you stop and be polite... ...some are yelling at you... ...and some are trying to do some *other* goddam thing. But only one is actually listening. And stepping out of the way. I'm kidding. Don't *really* invite me to come listen as you wrire, Amanda. I wouldn't want to impose on your song writing time. Going inside isn't supposed to be about showing off how easy it is for me. But that's a growth issue that I'm working on. I ask for your understanding and forgiveness while I work on it. It's been a hard week. Anyway, it doesn't matter how invisible or transparent I can become inside my own head. I would be a planet-sized asteroid of distraction in yours. "It's real in my head", as one of my favorite writers once said, with wet hair and a shiver in his voice. Instead, I will be here in Minnesota, half a continent, a whole ocean, and half a very pretty island full of frightened people away. And a big red bus, or two. Please do not think of me carefully tiptoeing around as you write, or all my attempts to be respectfully undisruptive as you work will be for nought. Love you much, Amanda, as I try to help you fix the whole planet, but from my end. If you reach the middle before I do--wait for me. I'll be along as soon as I am able. This next part is a bit of a tricky bit for me. "Bye."

Karina

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Anonymous

Any chance of coming to Edinburgh? Just wondering xx

Anonymous

Hi, I'm Gaby! how are you? I am a flautist musician, I need a contribution for my career as a musician and to start growing my patreon account. Regards!!

Anonymous

Epic image!!!

Anonymous

Check out Naotune Studios in Mansion House - don't know what the piano facilities are like but very reasonable rates for solo rehearsal spaces x

Anonymous

The Roundhouse is an awesome venue if you want somewhere to play. Love it. Intimate, but big enough for a largish audience. Not sure about rehearsal space. But this is a good website for places across London <a href="https://hirespace.com/Venues/London/218/The-Academy" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">https://hirespace.com/Venues/London/218/The-Academy</a>

Anonymous

Jerry Lee Lewis once set fire to his piano to finish a show, remarking "Ah'd like to see any SOB follow that...." Apparently he preferred being the closing act.

Anonymous

Imagine spending 30 years in a world devoid of colour. A black a white world with muffled sounds, where the food all tastes the same, and your nerve endings are dull and numb. Thirty years of dead feelings and blankness. Then one day you notice your favourite shirt is a pale blue. The next day your best friends voice stands out as the only voice that isn't muffled. Your right pinkie toe can feel every seam in your sock, which is now coincidentally bright green. As the days go by you discover you can taste every note of your coffee, you can hear the strings in that song, you can feel each drop of water that hits you in the shower. Suddenly you can't feel enough, or hear enough, or do enough. You find a song that make you weep because it's so goddamn beautiful and you can feel every piano key and every bass note and quiver in Keaton's voice and the sounds take shape and you can see them form and mould and dissolve and vibrate in front of you and the violins in Hallelujah taste like lavender and the keyboards in Wanderlust are violently blue and when Ben Folds hits the chorus in Sleazy you can smell ozone and taste mountains. And you don't want to go to sleep praying you won't wake up like you always did, you don't want to sleep at all because holy shit there's so much to do and see and feel and you crave colour like it's air and you start planning a camping trip to Mexico and you just realized that when the lady at the laundromat tapped you on the shoulder you didn't jump, you smiled and read the tag on her bath mat because she left her glasses, and instead of crawling in your bed and cursing humanity you get drunk on people because they're so fucking amazing and they create such beautiful art and there's no one like each one of them and you hope at the end of your life that they've left their fingerprints all over you and turned you into art yourself and if you're lucky your fingerprints will be on someone's soul long after you've gone. It's taken 18 years of searching psych meds to find the right one. I can feel it if I miss a dose. The grey starts to creep back in. Things start to get dampened. I don't want to go back.

Anonymous

Not sure if you still need a place and a piano, but I have both in London if you're in need. Lots of green space for the kiddo and quiet for creation and contemplation.

Anonymous

Any more thoughts on a small gig while you're in London? We loved the show at Heaven but were sorry you weren't able to do a signing after... I wanted to show you my head. p.s Love the new song