Every year I realize it’s April Fool’s Day too damn late. I really should try to put one over on you one of these years. Speaking of which, I have a kind of important change to tell you about but I’m afraid you’ll think I’m tricking you, so I’ll wait until next week.
Okay…the Amanda Palmer show was incredible. Of course. The backstage bit was equally awesome. I didn’t get to spend much time with her, but I did get to sit in an empty theater and watch her sound check. She was singing Astronaut and then launched into Moon River which was really beautiful.
After the sound check she came over and I have to admit I was bit of star struck. She’s just this really warm beautiful person. We said hello and after a few mumbles from me we simultaneously leaned over and hugged. She gives the most sincere hugs, not quick and one armed but a real hug, the way you would hug a dear friend. It might sound silly but I poured every ounce of respect and love and thanks for how much she inspires me into that hug.
I gained some composure and showed her the artwork I did for the show and she loved it (see last week’s comic) I made notecards out of it and packed them up among other goodies in a gift bag for her. She liked them so much she said to contact Beth (aka Beth of All Trades, Amanda’s assistant, photographer, etc.) and get them up on PostWarTrade.com. Post War Trade is this really cool site where you can get Dresden Dolls and Amanda Palmer merchandise created by their fans. How freaking cool is that? Anyway, I finally got an email out to Beth, so we shall see. I’ll let you know if it works out. Either way, you should check out the Post War Trade site.
I also got to meet and hang out a bit with the Vermillion Lies girls who were super nice and put on a really amusing, fun show. I liked their music before the show, but it’s really the sort of band that once you see them live you really become a fan for life. They use little marionnettes, colorful bells, old suitcases and even a typewriter as part of their music making, smile inducing tools. The songs are often humorous and a bit dark but always a lot of fun.
The only disappointing factor was I didn’t get to take a photo with Amanda. I really would have liked to because when she does signings after the show, quite often it’s without photos…most likely a time factor. She might only have an hour from the venue and signings are all she’s allowed. Unfortunately, she got a telephone interview that no one seemed to know about and although it was inopportune timing, she graciously agreed to give them a few minutes and that was that. Next time I saw her she was changing and I wasn’t about to ask her for a pic sans pants, lol, so I let it go and headed into the main area of the venue to see if Jim had arrived.
After the show, we waited around and I had her sign my WKAP tee. I got to pick one out as a thanks for the food. 🙂 Jim gave her his own bag of goodies and she took his hand and smiled up at us with those beautiful blue eyes while we thanked her and said goodnight. It was perfect, really.
Oh, and the surprise band Hair Machine rawked. Sure they only stood around sort of lip synching to ‘the Final Countdown’, before the brawl broke between two of the members but their vibe was intoxicating…or maybe that was a side-effect from breathing in their hairspray fumes. Whatever. Start shopping for vintage spandex and leg warmers. This trashy trio are going to be huge. Or something.
Here’s some crappy pics from my horrible camera. At least the one of Amanda came out okay. For way better photos and a review check out my friend Leigh’s new TBT blog – Sound Check.
Amanda F*cking Palmer:
Sneaking out the back of the State Theater for a smoke..dunno why i look so sad!
Jim and I post gig waiting to get stuff signed by Amanda:
During gig – look at all the magic music energy floating around us 🙂
If you didn’t leave a Who Killed Amanda Palmer haiku, please do. Just go back to last week’s comic. Eulogies, Death Theories, Effigies, Whatever. Amanda knows about the haiku gathering in her loving memory, so show some love and leave her some poetry!
Thanks for reading. See you next week…