just found this. me and @imogenheap backstage at KOKO in london at the start of the Who Killed Amanda Palmer world tour in 2008, right after i got off stage. this was a few days after my foot got run over in belfast (note cast)…and the night that neil gaiman claims he decided he would someday marry me. you’ll have to ask him for that whole story.
photo by the wonderful nickie mcgowan.
No, it was the night I realised that she was someone I would be willing and happy to marry. Not that I was going to. That came a few weeks later.
In the Theatre Royal Hobart, as part of the Mona Foma festival.
Amanda could not be there, so Jherek Bischoff (bass player and string arranger/composer) suggested we do her song “The Bed Song”, with me reading it, and not singing. This is it.
I am so relieved that someone was filming and put it up.
It’s a lot like this actually. Well, it is in my head.
after a twitter-conversation tonight, i posted a new blog.
“on internet hatred: please inquire within.”
you can find it at http://bit.ly/blog010513 - but i’d also like for you to comment. please give it a read, and share it wherever you like to share.
love.
I think this blog, and the amazing comments that follow it are real and important and eye-opening. BUT warning: it contains bullying and suicides and very real trigger issues.
I am learning this song for Amanda Palmer’s New Year’s Eve gig at Terminal 5 in New York, because when I heard Gerry Anderson had died I said on Twitter that I ought to sing it for him, before I remembered that I don’t do that sort of thing, and now her band are learning it, and so am I.
You can win free tickets to see an amazing New Year’s Eve gig with me and John Cameron Mitchell as the Cool Special Guest and The Awkward English One, respectively, at http://www.amandapalmer.net/news/contest-win-tickets-to-see-afp-the-grand-theft-orchestra-on-new-years-eve-2012/…
for the rest of the year, Neverwear is giving the proceeds to any sale of this limited edition print, CONJUNCTIONS, a poem written by Neil Gaiman when he was first falling in love with Amanda Palmer, to Amanda’s friend Anthony, who is dealing with health issues.
I also have a few available that have signed by Neil.
read more on the link below the photo.
This is really cool. I hadn’t known Cat was doing this. (Neverwear is entirely her company, by the way.)
Why does…
…The Age think that Neil Gaiman is a Scottish Crime writer? Not quite how I’d describe him.
These things happen. Probably I turned into Ian Rankin while I was not paying attention.
me, @neilhimself and punk legends exene cervenka and John Doe of @XtheBand after their acoustic gig at @MFAboston (the museum of fine arts) yesterday. amazing people, magical space, magical show.
What she said. I’ve been an X fan since I moved to the US and discovered them via my assistant Lorraine (who even had a cat named Exene). The acoustic gig in the Museum was beautiful.
I don’t know why I didn’t post about this earlier
but
I just remembered the story Amanda Palmer told the crowd at her concert in Chicago.
She got quiet for a sec (after we sang happy birthday to neil) and then looked up and said, “Can I tell you guys something really corny?”
Of course, everyone in the audience scream and hollered yes. Amanda, you can tell us anything.
So she says that earlier in the day she walked down Clark Street in Wrigleyville just to see what was around. There’s not much in Wrigleyville other than sports bars and more sports bar. Eventually she stopped at comic book store and went inside. She quickly checked to see if anyone recognized her and then proceeded to walk around the store. As she left, the guy at the counter said hey. She said hey back. He asked her to draw a picture for a friend of his since she was a huge fan. Amanda said sure and the comic book dude asked if there was anything he could get for her. He could hook her up if she wanted. She asked do you wanna know the truth? Of course.
She said that when she was feeling lonely, she would go to comic book stores and look at all of Neil’s work on the shelves.
And holy fucking shit did that make my heart hurt.
(Mine too. When I miss her I am significantly more likely to look at Amanda Palmer photos on Tumblr than to walk into a record store.)
