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THE TWELVE DAYS OF AFP-NESS continue.....


hello friends.


this version of "lost" was filmed for a german TV station which has a series where they film bands on rooftops. it's completely acoustic (except for jherek's bass, which is plugged into a teeny amp).


i miss this band! jherek, michael, chad....we had some bad-ass times on that record. this was the first europen tour for theatre is evil, and we weren't tired yet.

(and special props to mcquilken for creative percussion! i think some of those pieces of drum were from the office downstairs....)


this song is easier to sing than to believe.


as you know if you've been following the story, i'm hiding on the west coast with neil and the baby, trying to take a kind of amanda-style maternity leave. neil's kids (the other ones, the grown-up ones, and let's just mention here that our new little boy has a brother 32 years older than him and how rad and bizarre is that) have been out here visiting and for the last few days we've had his now-second-youngest ms maddy gaiman all to ourselves. she's here on college break.


i've been moody. even the sun can't help me take control of the massively conflicting feelings and overwhelmtion i'm steeped in. i'm overwhelmed. i'm also underwhelmed. i'm whelmed in general.


when i am moody by myself i can usually cure it. i have a whole slew of techniques. i go to yoga. i meditate. i take myself to cafes and order wine or coffee depending on the time of day and tangle my problems out in the pages of my journal. 


but now i have a baby, and i can't do any of that quite the way i used to, and we've been surrounded by people. i like the people. but after ten days of being around people i'm starting to lose my mind. 


so we were having lunch today and maddy looked at me and said


"are you moody?"


and i was like


"so you've noticed?"


and she was like


"why are you moody?"


and i transmitted all of the above and included some other lists about how having a child is whleming and about how i can only do so many days of conversation about shiitake with human beings before i hit the wall of doom and before i knew it my dark mood lifted, mostly because i just needed to talk to someone about my mood, and maddy gaiman is about as non-judgemental as it gets. so this story has no point except i'd like to shout out maddy gaiman for being a fine lunch companion who lifted my dark mood, and also she's a reminder that kids do not only have to whelm you, they can also de-whelm you. so thanks maddy gaiman. you're a good kid.


.........


this time of year is actually pretty shitty for a lot of people, and i'm watching it all around me. everybody's more generous, but everybody's also facing darker demons, the demons that wait in the box along with all the tinsel and bulbs that don't come out but once a year.


and the absences are loud. little anthony is here, but anthony's dead, and his wife laura is spending christmas with her family, but it feels sad, and robert's dead, and we're spending christmas with his wife katherine, and it's sad, and our friend zoe's dealing with the harsh memories of when jeff died about a year ago. and it's sad.


it was exactly two years ago that i spent christmas with all of neil's kids, and found out the day after christmas that conor had killed himself. (i wrote a blog about it here: http://blog.amandapalmer.net/20140112/).


 whitney, who was also my doula, was also the one who called me when he died (we had all been hanging out in san francisco just a few days before) was here visiting a few days ago, and told me that she's been navigating the dark and it wasn't until she put two and two and together about the time of year and conor that she realized that the death had more to do with the mood than she thought. she was closer to it, she was right in town, she went into the room. i was on the beach, like i am now, with people who didn't know him, and i had to grieve out on the sand, alone in a foreign land, and somehow try not to kill the family party.


i lay in the sand in the dark and let it run through my fingers and wondered how possibly it was to speed up grief.


can you?


does grief have a speed we can control? if it does, should we even touch those controls?


............


so yes. christmas-times brings out the light and the dark.


i'm reading the comments here every night before i go to bed.


if you want to use me (and the rest of the community here) to share about someone, or something, that you've lost, especially if the absence of that something or someone is louder than usual because of the holidays, tell the story.


i'm reading.


and i love you.


no-one's ever lost forever.

when they die they go away.

but they will visit you occasionally.


make sure you're looking closely.


xx

AFP


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Files

Amanda Palmer and the Grand Theft Orchestra - Lost (acoustic)

Amanda Palmer and the Grand Theft Orchestra perform "Lost" for TapeTV in Berlin, July 2012 www.amandapalmer.net www.patreon.com/amandapalmer www.twitter.com/amandapalmer

Comments

Anonymous

And, not to be melodramatic or anything like that, but in the cosmic scale of things, the force created to give birth would probably naturally weaken your own, if only for a (hopefully) short period of time. Like natural phenomenon and other occurrences that flare up through the course of history.

Anonymous

Oh gosh. This year has been so hectic, I've only just found time to checking this out now. You have brought tears to my eyes. This will be my second Christmas in a row I will be mourning the loss of very close loved ones to suicide. Last December it was my 16 year old cousin. This year a very dear friend. I haven't had a year in almost a decade where I have had to go to at least a few funerals due to tragic circumstances. 17 funerals in 8 years.. The oldest person was 43, the youngest was 7. All gone way before their time. Many of them to cancer. I feel your pain. I wept for you when Anthony left this world. Losses to cancer are awful, and I can empathise completely. Much love and hugs to you this Christmas. Let's raise our glasses and cherish the sweet moments we got to share. Xoxo

Anonymous

When I was 16 I lost my cousin in the twin towers. I live in NYC now and every 9/11 is incredibly hard for me. Everyone has a story about that day but I feel like no one ever wants to hear mine because mine doesn't end with and then I turned off the radio or the tv and life went on. Mine is two weeks of our family looking for him before finally having to give in to reality and then watching my friends go to war and get hurt in my cousins name. It makes people uncomfortable when I tell them about it. I feel like no one ever wants to hear my story. Many anniversaries it feels like my families grief has been co-opted. I know it's a tragic day for everyone but somehow the anniversary always makes me feel so alone. Last year I'd just started a new job, I couldn't take the day off and I didn't want to tell anyone what I was dealing with. I took a walk at lunch and turned on Theater is Evil, I'd just gotten it and hadn't listened all the way through yet. I hadn't heard Lost before. Hearing it made me want to cry in a good way because it felt like four minutes of not being alone. I can't thank you enough for that song.

Anonymous

When we live life fully we experience the circle of life and death fully. We all have our stories. they're equally valid on a basic level. In my case I'm the oldest of nine first cousins on my dad's side of the family, I was the first to get married, and the first to have a kid(our son David was still-born at 29 weeks back in '98, our twin daughters were delivered by quickie c-section at 29 weeks in '02. and they're healthy and athletic13 year olds and taller than me already. Funny how the circle of life goes). My cousin Ed, number 7 in age of the nine was the first to pass away, he had terminal brain cancer and succumbed to it in March of this year. He leaves an unmarried ex-girlfriend and an infant son(he donated sperm, apparently, so his parents could have a grandson to provide for) and he left his drum kit set up so a number of the attendees could jam on three-chord rock and roll songs in his honor. We dedicated "Wild Thing" to Ed, he was rather a wild spirit.

Anonymous

I used some of the Lost lyrics when I wrote Gemma's (daughter) eulogy, just tweaked it a bit due to letter allowance. Special occasions don't make me sadder, life does that by itself. But not always. She does just after your gig at the roundhouse so she died happy. When she went to your gigs as a teenager she would always ask for Delilah and when I cleaned out her flat she had lots of your lyrics written out. I still have Runs In The Family on my fridge. She has Neil's book Fragile Things carved into her headstone and your Album Cover, I think it's a Dresden Dolls one. Not sure why I just told you all that. Just to let you know I understand death and grief, or I know it at least. Plus thank you for being such a positive influence in Gemma's life when she was younger xoxoxo

Anonymous

This is so Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious :D

Anonymous

wow....that's really cool....except...don't hit the keytar you punk! :P

Anonymous

it's the eighth anniversary of my nephew's death today. he died of cancer at ten years old. this song got added to the playlist i made of music that reminds me of him/losing him not long after listening to the album when it first came out. i never know what to do on this day, but i just happened to end up catching up on all the blogs lately today. reading this and the blog you linked to about conor is doing that thing where it both helps and doesn't help. by which i really just mean it helps but it's making me want to cry which for some reason i feel like i shouldn't? i guess i just don't want to have a breakdown sitting here on the couch while my boyfriend plays video games. i know he'd stop and hug me and all, but...i don't know. i don't know. it just fucking sucks and it hurts and it doesn't go away. thanks for being here.

Anonymous

Today I was watching Ink. Yesterday I was listening to my partner play my father's guitar. Last week I was watching a Christmas Carol. Last month I was shopping for avocados. All of this and so much more triggers memories of my father's life and his death. I'm grateful I got to be there for so much of both, but it's only been a year and a half and I miss him so much. I feel like I get so annoying, because everything reminds me of my Dad, and I bring him up all the time, but that's how I keep him alive, right? Right?

Anonymous

My grief is loud. Thank you for listening. xo <3

Anonymous

I miss my father. This has been the 8th Christmas without him, and it was the first decent one, but even so all the cliches about having a hole in your heart the shape of someone who's gone are as true now as they were nearly a decade ago. I need him now more than ever. He'd know just what to say.

Anonymous

This is a wonderful version of the song!!