“And I think when we really see each other, we want to help each other.”
nothing like going for a naked spin in the TARDIS
at the Melbourne spiegeltent.
the mistake is thinking you’re mistaken. a relationship is a relationship. some are lopsided. we are in one of those : I know less than you do about me. but that doesn’t meant the relationship isn’t real.
if you meet me, it becomes obvious. we aren’t strangers.
This might seem a little off-topic for this blog, but this is what makes Amanda Palmer one of my favorite musicians, and what makes some of my favorite artists and writers and poets and musicians my favorites. When you like their art, when you read about them or go to their concerts or readings or galleries, when you really, really love their work, they treat you like family. And when you don’t, when you can’t, when you just listen to their CDs and read their books and think it would be cool to go to see them when they’re in town?
They treat you like family anyway.
Neil Hilborn, the poet you might best know for his poem, "OCD", came to my school to read. And when someone, in the middle of his set, slightly interrupted, in the nicest way possible, and told him that he had cleared his schedule for when Neil was supposed to be on an hour early, but had a meeting that he couldn’t miss, and he was such a fan, and he just really wanted a picture, Neil called him up on stage. He took a selfie with him with the audience in the background. He gave him a free book and hugged him and told him to hit him up on Facebook so that he would know when he was going to be performing in the area again. Then, after the reading, Neil stayed and personally signed every book he sold, with individual messages for each person.
It’s this kind of thing that makes artists into my favorites. Because when you meet them, like Amanda says, it’s obvious. You aren’t strangers.
that mostly comes from watching my own statistics decrease here and increase on other social platforms, coupled with anecdotal evidence from other artists/people not loving the “addicted to outrage” tone that frequently happens here. it seems people are quietly slipping away because of the noise. I plan to stay. but it’s depressing.
"Addicted to outrage". I’ve never heard Tumblr more adequately described.
you can thank neil gaiman for that one. i stole it.
art by marc scheff
Amanda Palmer at the 1000 £ Bend ninja gig, White Night