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hallo loves.

*warning* - i'm asking you again, to give me some source material. down below if you wanna get straight to it.

i'm back from a short week in london, where i never really got over the jetlag.

ash played drums on everything in the house and got really into all his wooden animals. he turned two, and we gave him cake. he can say "bubble". he likes marmite on toast. i may never forgive neil. 

the pop-up/ninja/amazeballs gig at Her Upstairs was amazeballs. i communed with about 100 people in a beautiful little pink sweatbox covered with chandeliers and glitter up a creaky set of stairs covered in ivy.

a bunch of gorgeous drag queens and performers made all of us cry by doing beautiful renditions of dresden dolls songs and talking about how much the dolls influenced/meant to them, the ex-mayor of camden, jonathan simpson, spoke about the importance of LGBTQ awareness and what the hell we're generally doing, and then i drank a bottle of wine and plowed my way through an emotional set on a keyboard borrowed from a girl, serena, who lived in the neighborhood and LITERALLY ran to her house to loan us her keyboard because the one at the club broke. we also raised a shit-ton of money for The Outside Project and homeless LGBTQ youth. 

andrew o'neill proved once again that he's a stand-up genius.

the tickets mostly went to patrons which made it all feel even more homey and real. all in all, it was stupendously wonderful and i'm going to try to do it again. i also crowdsurfed with a ukulele. that went well.

this is andrew and me singing his song about how evil corporations shouldn't use twee ukulele songs in their advertising....i borrowed the "hipster frock" from a girl in the crowd (don't worry, i gave her my shirt). (and don't worry, i gave her her dress back. and don't worry, she gave me my shirt back.)

(photo by elliott frank)

and.....these photos by @darkstardust, from twitter:


(this is meth, above on left, our amazing hostess, who's club it was...her first drag act EVER was to "mandy goes to med school" and she revived it.....tears)

(this is sadie...she sang "sing". more tears....)

this one of ruby wednesday by @xxxleander on twitter. she sang a GORGEOUS new song she'd just written....it stayed in my head for days (it's still there):


and this gorgeous one from elliott franks:

in fact, here is a whole amazing album of photos by elliott franks (who's neil's cousin):

http://elliottfranks.photoshelter.com/gallery/Amanda-Palmer-21st-September-2017/G0000QHdhlFLJYTc/ 

ok just one more, from elliott...

neil, smiling with teeth. he never used to smile with teeth. i'll take some credit for that:

i already miss everybody in that room.

one thing that stuck out: i played "drowning in the sound", the song we sort of all made together, for the first time to a crowd. it's actually an incredibly good song. it's a fucking keeper. it's more than a keeper. i have no perspective on things i've JUST written. often i need to play things for an audience to know what i think of them. not always. but it helps. 

and NOW? NOW SOMETHING IS HAPPENING: i'm without a child (well, at least without a PHYSICAL child, to, you know, feed and cuddle and all that) for an entire week for the first time since having a child. neil is keeping ash in london and i came home to try to get my soul and work and desk together. the longest we've been apart is three nights. this is going to be weird, and hard, and...

AHHHHHHH i feel fucking drunk with freedom. and instead of going back to our house in woodstock, i decided to come to my apartment in boston, to my piano, to my Things, to my home base which hasn't ceased to be my actual home base and won't until we decide where to move. 

i was going to just take care of business and emails and clean and go to yoga and try to get my mind and body together, but then...

...then a few things happened.

most critical, i ran into a thing-flow problem. i originally typed cash-flow problem (which logically follows) but it's more of a Thing thing. i have four(? five?) video projects currently in production, two of which were supposed to be locked and ready by the end of september, and both of which are late for reasons too boring to go into (and plus, they're both surprises).

i decided that "drowning in the sound" came out so fucking beautifully i would try to strike lightening twice and create another song.

so i booked a recording studio for monday and tuesday in boston.

i'm going to go to the same studio where i recorded "bigger on the inside" and "the thing about things". there's a beautiful piano.

i will write all day tomorrow. i will record all day monday and tuesday if i need to.

that means i ask you tonight to comment.

before i do that, i want to tell you a few other things i've collided with in the last few days that have inspired me and are fueling my brain.

first was THIS essay by talib kweli from medium, "in defense of lauryn hill":

https://medium.com/cuepoint/in-defense-of-ms-hill-6fa84ba81d63 .

if you've ever read neil's great blog called "entitlement issues", which is basically known as the "geroge rr martin is not your bitch" blog, it'll resonate.

a choice excerpt:

"The artist is a human being, not a product. Sure, the artist makes products that are for sale, but the artist is not forever in your debt because you may have purchased a product from them at some point.

When you buy an album from me, I receive money and you get music. It’s a fair and even exchange that begins and ends once I receive my money and you receive your product. If I don’t value myself as an artist — especially working in a market that has decided that recorded music is not worth spending money on — then who will?

Artists make art for themselves. Art is an honest expression. Artists who pander to their fans by trying to make music “for” their fans make empty, transparent art. The true fan does not want you to make music for them, they want you to make music for you, because that’s the whole reason they fell in love with you in the first place."

i agree with 99% of that. and maybe it's even just semantics...i always have a hard time when i hear people saying that artists make art "for themselves".

i just don't buy it. like: if EVERYBODY died and you were the only person on the planet like that poor guy with the broken glasses in that twilight zone episode...would you STILL MAKE ART? WOULD YOU? let's leave aside the other things that would worry you, like food and water and stuff. let's say you had all that. would you REALLY make are? reallllyyyy??? neil and i argue about this. i say no. he just comes up with some very neil answer like "i would still make art...for the aliens".

i feel like you've always gotta take it that one step further and say "artists make art for themselves for you." is that english?

you get it though, right?

artists make art for themselves, yes.

but then they fucking share it, because sharing art is the thing that makes art mean shit.

art just often sucks when artists care more about the sharing part than the making part. we all know how that one goes. 

anyway, talib's article reminded me not to listen to the little voices in my head that said "what do you think you're doing, writing these songs and getting paid"? i just had to switch channels to the voices saying "amanda don't be a fucking idiot, this is EXACTLY what people signed up to your patreon for, and now all the people bitching that you don't put enough music out and that they're tired of paying for, like, webcasts and weird videos and shit will finally be appeased" but then the other voice was like "AH" and then i was just like: guys, shut up, all y'all.

so i'm writing another song. it will just have to be as good or better than the first one or i will feel awful.

and at this rate, we'll have enough demos for a record in a year.

but maybe fuck records anyway.

and maybe climate change will get us first.

on that note: not to put any ideas in your head, but this is the other thing that i saw (besides "moonlight", which i watched on the plane and oh my fucking god it really is that good) that drove a stake into my heart.

it's neil degrasse tyson (who's also here on patreon, i support him and so should you) talking about climate change on CNN;

http://www.cnn.com/2017/09/17/us/neil-degrasse-tyson-on-climate-change-cnntv/index.html?sr=twCNN091717neil-degrasse-tyson-on-climate-change-cnntv0558PMVODtop

....and then i went down the terrible mind-spiral of what's happening to the planet, because i'm also reading naomi klein's book NO IS NOT ENOUGH.


.....i'd already grappled with her book on climate change ("this changes everything")....it's fucking sobering. frightening, really.

and now this. earthquakes, hurricanes...donald trump....

and there enters a third (small, but there) voice in my head that doesn't give a fuck about writing songs or not writing songs or figuring out how to not go into the red this month, because i really start to worry that nothing i write (or do) at this point is going to save the world from certain catastrophe. 

but that voice doesn't last long, either.

i'm not what you'd call an optimist so much as a now-ist.

i am doing what i can do now. i am not doing it right, i am not doing it perfectly...i am just doing what looks like it should be done.

writing and releasing "drowning in the sound", and loving the recording, and raising a bunch of money quickly, and playing it for a group of people who cried all the way across the atlantic....and feeling like i was actually acting as a source of creation in the world and threading together a bunch of personal things from the people i love (you) felt like...i don't know...enough. given my life situation, my talents, my processing power right now....i felt like this is just, i don't know, fine for now.

the right thing to do, because i can't do anything else, because this is what i do and so i'm doing it. i'll make a plan....later.

so when you comment below (if you've managed to read through this morass of bloggage)....you can leave me ANYTHING, i'm reading tonight later and tomorrow morning, and writing allll tomorrow, but maybe think about that as the prompt.

not climate change per se, not specific politics, but maybe the idea of doing simply what you can do, your one piece of peace, your contribution to existence, your peace or struggle with whatever that means. maybe it's simple the act of not falling apart on a daily basis. maybe it's keeping your parent from being lonely. maybe it's watering a plant or a dog. who knows. 

but tell me something about the feeling, or the thing, or whatever....tell me a story about something that happened where you realized you couldn't take it all on...

fuck it.

just gimme some words and some truth. they don't gotta be poetry. just gimme something real to work with.

i love you all.

i'm reading all night and morning.

i'll try to get the song up by wednesday. i'll post here if i'm going to do any streaming from the studio (this one unlike that last one has INTERNET!)

ok go.

go go go. i read.

xx

a


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Anonymous

I have justb

Anonymous

Let's try that again. I have just returned from a weekend in the countryside, off the radar, with a bunch of my amazing friends. Going through detox of alcohol (80 days of 90 done) and have had amazing support from my husband, family and friends - who love me more than I ever could. I saw a shooting star and realized I don't need to ask for anything. This was a revelation to me

Anonymous

It's a thousand little things, isn't it? Hundreds of thousands of little things that we do to touch peoples' lives and change them just a bit. My goals of self-reliance aren't working out so well, so to balance that and my feelings of uselessness I try to make a little difference in everyone I connect with. I smile at strangers. All the time. I say something positive if I can squeeze it in. There have been so many times in my life where my brain has been a whirlwind of downward motion and my own hands aren't big enough to stop that flow. Little nice things from others have helped. So I try to do the same. I... reassure? When I'm walking around the campus where I work, it's a reassuring smile. It's a 'you've got this, honest. i know you're swamped with work but you have people around you who understand and you're smarter than you think' sort of smile. For people on the street or in a store it's a reassuring smile. It's a 'the world's not such a crappy place after all because you're in it and i'm happy about that and this smile proves it' sort of smile. My friends tell me what's going on, and sometimes it's nothing I can help with. Sometimes they don't want advice at all and I don't try to give it to them. I just hug them, verbally or physically, and I give them a reassuring smile. And I tell them that it's going to be alright. Or that maybe it won't be alright, because what happened is never something that'll be alright, but that it'll get easier. And that I'm here and other people are here. And because I say it enough, it helps me too. Because I say it enough, I actually believe it, though it gets hard sometimes. I'm not sure if it's optimism, because it's a truth for me.

Anonymous

There once was an old lady and, as she got less agile and able to move freely, cobwebs gathered in the corners and on the ceilings of her home. She could no longer reach up to clean them off with her feather duster. So she threw glitter up into the cobwebs, and made them beautiful. It's a parable of sorts, which was a bit of a revelation for me a few years back. I can't fix the world. I can't even fix myself. But I can endeavour to make the world a little more lovely, even if it is by being a glittery sort of mess. Hope this is useful!

Anonymous

When the world feels like it's crumbling, you have to find a way forward that you can accept. It's not about what's right or wrong in the eyes of others. Whether it is a small step or a big leap - it's about finding that way to keep moving forward. Accept what you do and why you it, or accept how you can change to keep moving forward, and the world won't crumble quite as hard.

Anonymous

Two months ago I left my husband. I felt elated, I knew it was the right choice for me. Now it's all catching up to me and I've never felt more alone in my life. I'm falling in love with another man, I'm trying to focus on falling in love with myself too, and every day I'm not sure if I will wake up laughing or crying.

Anonymous

"artists make art for themselves for you," reminds me of this Jason Silva video: <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z7g3IdyOjMU" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z7g3IdyOjMU</a>. discussing fluidity, authenticity, etc. "I am not who I think I am. I am not who you think I am. I am who I think you think I am". There's a lot of baggage in that phrase, especially with your musings about lonely planets with no one to create art for. Is art art without an audience? Are you anyone without someone looking at you? The meta train is boarded and running express. Your music has made me feel like I belonged to something, albeit a strange something, since I was a depressed pre-teen with pink hair and a dead sister. So don't ever feel like you have to do something besides what you were put on this planet to do. Art might seem like nothing, but sometimes it's all we have. 💞

Anonymous

I have misunderstood where to add my lyrics piece, so I'll add it here. "We shouted yes and submitted, but you only heard no. The wrong side of history and so far left to go."

Anonymous

Holy moly! Wading through these comments myself it hits me like this: omfg people just want to be heard! I just want to be heard and YES most art needs an audience! Most of the people putting their hearts &amp; souls here in your comment thread just want to be seen and heard! You’re generously allowing yourself to be a conduit for all these little voices to be fucking LOUD together!!!! I can’t wait to hear this song. Like I’m on the edge of my seat waiting, holding my breath (practically). Thank you for continuing to give so much of yourself so much of the time.

Anonymous

Can not fucking wait.

Anonymous

Strangely true--Mushrooms: The fruits of underground organisms / mystical powers/ keep creating life from dead wood-- help feed the trees.....

Anonymous

Oh My God, if I was the only person on the planet I would make so much enormous art!! It would be the only way to stay sane I think. I know so many artists that make amazing art and almost never share...