I've washed all the dried sweat off my body, discarded all garments worn this evening, and so now I feel prepared to tell you what happened in it.
Amanda Palmer.
First we must begin by fully understanding the enormity of it all.
Amanda Palmer is one amazing female I look up to and deeply admire for her passion, skill and personality. I kept going over in my head what I would say to her if I did eventually get to meet her...and it was overwhelming even to think about it.
Overwhelming so much that I cried in Ampersand and felt my heart break when she was talking about society's desensitisation to such horrors as school shootings
The vast array of people filled out the intimate venue, from people my age, up to people my parents', and we all packed up the front. The thumping energy of The Follow brought us all to life, if we weren't already...my review of them? I think they were pretty good. They have these moments of greatness, just sheer unique composition, that push them forward. This makes me happy, because they might not be the best now, but I can see them growing so much...they have a lot of potential.
Then, we were greeted by The Danger Ensemble, bringing out a "dead" Amanda, covered in a black sheet, we're left to wonder "Who *did* kill Amanda Palmer?". But quickly, she came to life, bouncing into "Astronaut".
The setlist as I can remember it :
Astronaut
Ampersand
New song (don't know name)
Coin Operated Boy
Princess?
Bad Habit
(somewhere around here...)
Mrs O
Old song never released until now (don't know name)
Ugh-merica (by Regina Spektor)
A Justin Webley song
Half Jack
Encore
Umbrella (by Rihanna)
Creep (by Radiohead)
Hallelujah (by Leonard Cohen)
All in all, it was beautiful. The lights, the acting, the music, the sounds the facial expressions... it was exhilarating to be apart of that. To scream and create a barricade of noise...to catch a beat and move your hips to it...to buy a sticker and give a smile...
(I think I must've had this goofy smile of adoration on for most of the night...)
I love the feeling of unity. Of everyone singing together "but I'm not the one that's crazy." Or "but I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo, what the hell am I doing here?" supported by the ukelele in dazed yet invigorated unison.
And I love the way that my red "underage" stamp has bled into my hand and hasn't come out yet, even after my cleansing. And the way I was absentmindedly picking at the skin on my fingers during "Bad Habit".
(No Uno cards this time =] )
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You cried??? Dammit if i'd have known i would so have been hugging you!!!
and yes, most amusing that you were picking at your nails in bad habit :P
Alas, there is only a hint of my 'over 18' stamp left! That's probably because i washed my hair, so, extra vigorous cleansing.
The feeling of unity in the audience was wonderful :] We were all enjoying our communal basking in Amanda's awesomeness.
Adding the the likes: it was hilarious how she went and kissed the guy who made the sign :P
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