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Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Blather:Japan.Fans.The White Stripes.PMS.Bad Press.

The nice thing about having a blackberry, besides the fact that I can check email while sitting on the toilet, is that I realized I can directly blog while anywhere and send the text to myself. Since this feels like a candidate for one of the more miserable days of my life, I'm going to keep an ongoing log. While sitting in chairs and in cars. While waiting.

8:00 am boston time - logan airport. in a chair, waiting.

I woke up at six. I was still incredibly tired and the first thing that occurred to me is that I was leaving and I wouldn't sleep in my own bed for a while. So a strange impulse overtook me and I hugged my quilt and pillows goodbye, realizing immediately that it was some bizarre half-asleep lame-ass excuse to stay in bed. We canceled our show in maine last night. Brian wasn't able to play in vermont two night ago, he had a fever of almost 104. He stayed in a hotel bed and I played solo, inviting the audience to sit on the stage and pellet me with requests. I did my best. I was already sick myself at that point and my voice sounded like shit. I forgot the lyrics to "girl anachronism" so invited members of the audience to come up and sing them instead. Charming. I fucking hate that: I hate being able to charm my way out of a sloppy performance. But who cares, it is it is. We drove to new hampshire and both got onstage for a last gasp, canceled the maine show and drove home to collapse. Brian went to the doctor and was diagnosed with strep throat, I'm going to go to the doctor the minute we land in japan. We have almost 20 hours of flying and layovers in front of us. When we land, we're supposed to sleep, wake up, and talk to the press immediately. I'm not sure how this is going to go down now that I've lost my voice and have been communicating to emily and brian via pen and napkin. One thing is certain: if I were talking, I wouldn't have the inclination to be writing this. I talk a lot. It’s too strange to stop. We talk about nothing when we travel, anything. We listen to the sounds of our voices to remain human. Look at that. Remember that. Why is that. Why is there a giant dunkin’ donuts cup in the terminal? Where do they actually manufacture these huge coffee cup sculptures? Your dandruff is growing. I hate The Man. Do people steal salt and pepper shakers from airports. We should email the japanese label rep. When are you knocking yourself out? Is "glorified" always used ironically? I wonder if I'll ever grow to like bloody marys the way I grew to like spinach and broccoli. Ad infinitum....we just talk. We talk to feel not alone. Words make our mouths exercise. We stop listening to each other and we don't even care. It's understood.

9 am - sitting at the gate. in a chair. waiting.

I went through my Logan Airport Hudson News Stand Ritual and bought two bottles of water, The Economist and Teen People. Life is all about balance. We looked for spin magazine, because we know we're in it, but they didn't have it. No early morning narcissism fix for us. The plane is stopping first in chicago, two hour layover, then tokyo. I'm knocking myself out when we get to chicago. I've been reading the early reviews of the record online. Everyone is able to download it, and I ain't gonna blame them. It's the future. I can only remind all of our fans that the artwork packaging is beautiful and the experience is not complete without owning it.

The reviews are 98% amazing, but we will focus on the 2% that think the music is terrible and the lyrics are trite and overdramatic. How does one scrape oneself out of the goth pigeon coop? This has been a problem from day one. I never thought that wearing whiteface on stage would land us in the predicament of being compared to Marilyn Manson. Are you shitting me? Have you listened to our music, fool? We have as much in common with Marilyn Manson as we do with Cher. Did people lump KISS and david bowie together?

On a different note, in the wake of last weeks bombing of the iraqi shias' askariya shrine, a wave of sectarian reprisals ensued, mainly against sunni arabs, raising fears that the country might tip into wholesale civil war. Despite a four-day curfew and the deployment of american and iraqi troops, the communal strife continued, leaving at least 500 civilians dead; some morgue officials put the toll at more than 1,300. In addition, our shoot with emma roberts (yep, julia's niece!) was a total lovefest! The star of the new movie "aquamarine" divulged her crush on singer Teddy Geiger and her Juicy Couture obsession ("I'm a walking ad for their stuff!") and raved about Teen People: "I get my copy every month!" Get her glam look with a Michele Busch necklace ($140; michelebusch.com) and Charles Worthington Smart Fixx Curl Enhancing Cream ($7; at Walgreens). President Bush's ratings are at an all time low of 34%. Gloss plus balm in one, soothes lips as it shines. Security issues surrounding the sale of six American Ports to a Dubai-based company. Advanced Any-Angle Self-Tanning Spray. Yes!
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12:30 - chicago time. in a chair. waiting.

Kate calls it InLove Chicago. Hard to tell from the airport.

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2 pm - Chicago Time. in a plane chair. waiting, pretty much, to land in tokyo.

In the air after a layover that included bad food and a trip to the bathroom. Emily and I got stared down by our fellow passengers in the gate for spreading out and doing yoga on the floor. Thirteen and a half hours is a shit long time.
I started to get airportitis on the terminal shuttle waiting area. We accidentally developed a new game called "beached". I lay down on the ground and told brian I was a beached manatee. He said that a manatee wouldn't flail its arms out like that, so I scrunched them in. He then listed off names of beached animals (norwall, scallop, lobster) and I would do my best to imitate, writhing on the floor while we waited for the shuttle to terminal 5.. Emily noted that we were freaking out the midwesterners. My voice is coming back, but I can feel my sore throat in my bottom teeth.
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Some Time - the screen tells me we're over alaska. It’s10:52 tokyo time. chair. sit. wait.

I just watched a movie that seemed like it was made with the intention of ripping me apart. I don't often cry at movies. One scene in "million dollar baby" got me six months ago. But it takes a lot. I cried four separate times just now, breaking my own record by far. The movie was "north country" and I'd never heard of it...just flipped it on. My god. painful sexual harassment scenes, teenage rape and if that wasn't enough, a central character who comes down with Lou Gehrig's disease, which killed my step-brother Karl when I was 21. No wonder I lost it. I think its time to go to sleep, clutch my luckiness like no day in recent history as much as right now, right now, right now.

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7:30 pm - tokyo time
We're on our way to the hospital so I can ask the doctors if they can help me with my throat. We is me and Koji, our roadrunner label rep. You never know with these guys, but he's cool as shit. He picked us up at the airport and got us to our hotel. Emily is staying behind with brian to poke him with hot tongs so that he doesn't fall asleep and start the evil jetlag cycle. I want to drink some Aquarius and they didn't have it in the vending machine outside the hotel. Aquarius is a lovely cloudy powerade kinda water that tastes like lychees. Its habitforming. There are vending machines EVERYfuckingWHERE in japan. Drive 80 miles to Nowhere, see japanese trees and grass and not a human soul around, but there WILL be a vending machine at the intersection of any two dirt paths. I remember the last time we were here for a few days, my life seemed strung together by moments in which I would dawdle off to find a vending machine that sold Aquarius. We tend to like that which we can understand. Put money in, get drink out. Much less difficult that pointing, gesticulating and bowing like mad for forgiveness of the intrusion. Vending machine could give a shit if you're a whitey or a brother or a martian. Just knows you got the cash.

8:30. Pm- tokyo time. sitting in car. waiting.

The doctor at the hospital said I have a clinging lowgrade flu and an allergy to an unknown substance. maybe I'm allergic to music. He gave me some antibiotics and sent me on my way.

11:30 am - tokyo. on subway. sitting. waiting.

I crashed hard after dinner, woke at 4:30 am, popped half an ambien and crashed til 9. The journalists and crew don't come pounding til noon, so I am soaking up these few moments of freedom, I've been wandering around shibuya all morning, finding a bank and buying haircombs and feeling that dark feeling I feel every time someone walks by me wearing a surgical mask. I would estimate that one in 30 folks here in tokyo sports the surgical mask full time. Its like some strange twilight zone episode if you're not used to it.I wandered into a dept store and checked out the surgical mask display. There are dozens of options.

On an internet note: The band hosts a forum (many of you are probably familiar with it, if not a part of it: www.theshadowbox.net) where people log on and discuss the band, the shows, each other, whatnot. I browse it often and post once in a while but have generally watched it evolve into its own ecosystem, for better or worse. There's a vast assortment of intelligence and pettiness, although the trend seems to be leaning towards the petty as the older fans start getting turned off by the squealines of the newer, younger fans who post thirty times a day and sort of dilute the relevance of topics with inanity. This is just life, so it goes. But last night I saw something that hit a nerve.

Basically, some teenagers sporting mall fashions posted a clip to YouTube of themselves drunkenly singing along to "coin-operated boy"...on a boat. Nothing creative about it, just some drunk Ordinary Fucking People having a gas, but the overall reaction of the forum-dwellers was this high-minded "how dare the/rhese people should die/this makes me want to puke" reaction. I fully understood, there's a part of me that totally related to feeling this about a band. But this was downright unsettling. In response, and I partly blame my cranky jetlag, I posted to the thread and voiced my disgust at the elitism. You can see the whole thread here: http://www.theshadowbox.net/ddbb/viewtopic.php?t=7892.

And as I sort of expected, some people jumpily apologized, but most were understanding. I reminded them that I have the disadvantage of never being able to discover the band for myself; I'm in it. Music is for Everybody, but I also remember really vividly the protectiveness that I felt about my favorite bands when I was younger, especially when the jocks in my school started listening to the cure. DIE, I thought.

Its such a fine line between being open and honest and being preachy. I never want our audience to feel like there's A WAY to listen to our music. There's millions. Every band who becomes popular has to deal with this. He’s the one. He likes all our pretty songs. And he likes to sing along.

Anyway. All food for thought all the time. I'm glad I at least feel safe and confident enough to have this kind of conversation with our fans, even if its a dicey one. How the fuck else would they be able to trust me, or me them?

March 7
12 noon - tokyo time - sitchairwait

Yesterdays interviews and shoot were simple and went off without a hitch. I was expecting the questions to be more on the typically japanese conservative side and they mostly were save the guy who asked us if we could remember our first orgasm experiences. Brian explained in Long Graphic Detail and I was spared because he took so long. Last night emily, eric (long ago friend and dolls supporter, he used to come to all of our boston shows wearing adam-ant war paint on his cheeks) and I went to the white stripes show in tokyo. We didn't get in touch ahead of time so we got last-minute tickets through Koji but luckily ran into the Stripes' tour manager, who worked for us once in new zealand. This was lucky; we got to watch most of the show from the side of the stage and meet mr jack and ms meg. They reminded me so much of me and brian after a show...tired but gracious, and jack was a total gentleman. We griped about label control and vocal throat sprays with each other and jack showed me his amazing holga camera with multi-colored rotating flash (sort of like those 4-colored clicky pens). meg was also very sweet and relieved to be coming up on the end of a solid year of touring. jack looked nothing like michael Jackson in person. Their show kicked, great energy. And I was pleased to hear them using pre-recorded guitar sampled on one song. Not purists = good.

5 pm tokyo time - sitchairwait

More journalists, more questions, more sticky rice snacks and more walks through the streets of shibuya. One thing I can not get used to over here is the utter lack of male gaze. Emily says she loves it, but she's probably a far greater general victim due to the fact that her tits are twice the size of mine. Italy is pretty bad, there I often feel like a piece of meat walking down the street, winked at, sized up, clucked at and generally drooled over even when I am thoroughly unwashed and look like shit, just because I have a vagina. Here, if a gaze happens to fall on you, it doesn't rest, and it certainly doesn't ever return for a double take. I find it disconcerting. I'm used to the attention. Its like: wait, what the fuck? Why aren't you staring? I washed my hair, I made an effort, asshole! We’re all so conditioned.

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some night-time on the plane from japan to australia

i take it ALL FUCKING back. north country was obviously not a touching movie, i'm just dealing with early PMS, as proven by the fact that i just cried, TWICE, during a HARRY POTTER movie on the plane. either that or the stress is really getting to me.
This shit is unacceptable.

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March 15th - Many days later, after Australia, in Austin, TX for south by southwest.
3:37 am. this time i am not waiting. i am alone, in a hotel room. i am avoiding sleep.

my blackberry proved to be a poor up-to-date blogging tool. I wrote up a storm (see above) and then couldn’t send the fucking thing to myself for a week because of technical difficulties. It’s not the future yet. It’s now a week later and I am alone in my texas hotel room, jetlagged and blurry, spent.

We went to Sydney and Melbourne and did press and radio stations and relaxed a little bit before flying here to texas. We played a last-minute gig in Sydney, at a teeny weeny burlesque club, during which I started to botch Girl Anachronism again...but this time no pretty young girls volunteered to do karaoke, so we skipped the tune altogether. People were completely shocked. This was a HUGE single for us in Australia. Eh, I said. We should’ve rehearsed. But when? Where? In the airport? This schedule is shit. We’re not being musicians, we’re being promo whores, it’s not good nor bad, but a whole different frame of mind. Getting up on stage to play all of a sudden feels about as natural as getting ripped out of a hot shower and tossed naked, complete with skis, boots and poles, on top of a black diamond slope. In a different country. Maybe exciting. Ok. Not normal.

I got my period on the plane from Syndey to Los Angeles and beached myself, squishing, in the back row of seats on the plane. Brian and I always joke that all of this touring and travel is terribly unnatural for a menstruating woman, who in the olden days would have been sent away from the tribe to squat quietly over a nice patch of green moss for 3-4 days to bleed and suffer in peace. Nope, stuffed liek a lemming into a long sardine-can with wings bulletting through the sky with 245 other people in my breathing/bleeding space. Very far, very far from the nice patch of green moss. i want my moss. I watched three movies (brokeback mountain, the squid and the whale, walk the line – was not tempted to cry a single time), ate chocolate and decided never to have children.

In more exciting news: we received our first terrible review for the album a few days ago, in venus magazine (I’ll give you the bad highlights):

“...Unfortunately, The Dresden Dolls’ lyrics are still self-absorbed and cynical. Palmer’s lyrical concerns have become a bit cliché and, let’s face it, talking about fucking in pop songs hasn’t been shocking for the past ten years. While the rock production is compelling, one becomes suspicious that it might be masking some weakness in the writing, which becomes particularly evident on the latter half of the album (by the time you reach “Me & The Minibar”, you realize this is the third nearly identical ballad on the CD). This album quickly loses it’s ability to surprise you. Despite the fact that the music, dealing with intimate sexual matters and detailing troubled relationships of all sorts, should be confessional or at least personal, it seems as though the Dresden Dolls hide behind songwriting convention and sonic sheen. This album may leave you wishing the Dolls had traded in their fancy production for a better set of tunes.”

Should I be nick cave and not read the terrible ones? No no no!!! I must. In fact, given the popularity of the Hate Mail section of our website, I think we’ll have to start a Bad Press page. Much more exciting to read than the good press, and more revealing. And now I feel naked: hiding behind songwriting convention has always been my specialty. Next they’re going to do the exposé on our secret writing collaboration with the Matrix and the fact that an aged and greedy Vivienne Westwood actually designed our entire aesthetic from scratch 6 years ago in a secret New York boardroom amongst equally aged and greedy old suits with Punk Cabaret pie charts and stripey cloth swatches. “Let’s start them off in Boston....New York would be a dead giveaway” they whispered. “Nobody will ever suspect!”

Ah, oh well. Hey, ho. Here we go.
Bring it. I’m ready.






love
a

28 Comments:

punky_7 said...

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1:35 AM  
punky_7 said...

the Sydney shpow was great... even if you jsut went onstage and said "hi, we're the dresden dolls" and left, it still wuold have been great. cant wait for the new album and cant wait till you come back {hopefully sooon ;)}

1:36 AM  
daisy_ said...

Agreed punky! :D Though the playing of music makes it extra, extra great.

I had one of the best nights of my life that Saturday! Brilliant show! And I'll never forget the beer shots right at midnight which randomly amused me so.

4:26 AM  
caroline said...

ello

can yiou come to houston? please? you came twice! and i saw you once (i was supposed to see you with NIN but my friend kidnapped my tickets...)

eh. i read venus (and i like it) but they sometimes... are not spot on about music reviews. then to each their own. whenever someone gives me bad criticism, i want all of the small, dirty, gritty, sand paper grating, microscophic details so i can pick it apart and ask questions. cos im noisy as fuck.

i'm going to japan in a few days! (tokyo, osaka, kyoto...some other places) any suggestions?
hugs
*c*
ps. if you come to houston, i will buy you and brian and other people dinner at this vegan resturant in town....yummmm or i will take you to chinatown. eh? eh? please visit!
loves on with food

6:46 AM  
caroline said...

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6:46 AM  
mazeofmemories said...

Crying over Harry Potter is in no way weird. I cried so hard about the Dad coming down. Don't blame it on PMS! Blame it on kids being good actors and making you give a crap about magic and stuff.

6:49 AM  
muruch said...

I can only imagine how hard it must be to not only be criticized for your art, but also to be labeled and compared to artist you have little or nothing in common with. I love your music, but I can't say I envy what you have to endure for it.

I doubt it's much consolation, but it seems to be somewhat of a trend for music journalists (at least American ones) to compare any band that isn't bubblegum pop to Marilyn Manson (the bubblegum pop bands are then compared to Belle & Sebastian). I forget which magazine it was, Spin or Blender or some other mediocre music rag, that compared everyone from My Chemical Romance to Green Day to Manson simply because they occasionally wear black and red clothing and/or war paint (apparently the writer forgot about Adam Ant).

I've seen the same journalists lump other musicians that don't match together (such as Alicia Keys with Tori Amos or Fiona Apple, based solely on their pianos). I think it's laziness on the part of the journalists. They don't want to take the time to actually describe the music, so they pick another artist to compare with whether it's accurate or not.

Another trend for music journalists/critics seems to be to insult the artists and music whether the criticism (which is rarely constructive) is valid or not. I don't know if it's a high school mentality of wanting to look superior or if they are just trying to imitate Simon Cowell. Probably both. That seems self-absorbed and cynical to me. ;p

8:31 AM  
andrea said...

This post took me about 40 minutes to read mainly because I had to keep stopping and talk to myself about what you were writing and what it made me think of. Your blogs always do that to me, usually cause I read it early in the morning before a class. It's llke brain food or something.

Sounds like you're doing a hell of a lot of work. I sympathize since I can't really empathize with you. I would think in the end it would be worth it. Really, nothing seems as good as it really is until it's over and you can reflect on it. Reading those lame bad reviews probably doesn't help give you enthusiasm, unless it drives you to prove them wrong and show them up. Keep in mind most critics go in with a cynical mind looking for the negative and putting all the greatness on the back burner. I can listen to all your stuff and not get bored or tired of any of it. To me that means I've found good music. Well, I'm actually getting ready to leave to pick up tickets to see you guys at Second Chance Prom in KC. That should be an experience, lol. Can't wait, see you soon.

Andrea

8:58 AM  
ana said...

everything i want to say sounds so cheesy so hey why not a-hem....................... i find your music so inspiring i'm not usually like this about bands,well, i was about jeff buckley...but you're alive! i love the way the minibar song sounds like you recorded it in some trashy hotel with lots of lights and coctails, and your vocals on it are SO fucking amazing, when you get that growl in your voice- i'm recording a single at the moment and just before i had to do my vocal take i did some yoga then switched the lights off, lay on the floor and sang that song along with you- it really helped! I want to be able to gather as much emotion in my voice as you do.
It must be horrible to be pulled in such un-musical directions when you promote your 'product' i feel for u
x

9:33 AM  
ak_hepcat said...

Oh, sure you fly -over- Alaska, and don't even stop to say hi.

I see how we are.

Sigh. Someday we'll be a real country.

:-)

10:35 AM  
Serferss said...

Sorry you were so sick. We wanted to get to the Exeter, NH show, but it was sold out, and Orono would have been a far drive for us. (though we seriously entertained making the journey) We are satisfying our need for you with the DVD (which we are adoring)and your CD. We watched the whole video, loving the background piano of Perfect Fit. Then I sat here and read your fascinating bio. Although I lack anything even closely related to your talent, I can live vicariously with your wonderful openness and wish I had had the luck to be your friend. Those who are surely must feel their great fortune. We are looking forward to your return to Boston, and we will make the scary journey down from the Portsmouth, NH region. In fact, why don't you come to the Music Hall in Portsmouth?? It would be a perfect venue for your talent!! (it's an old wonderful building with a statue of Pan!)

2:40 PM  
Serferss said...

Sorry you were so sick. We wanted to get to the Exeter, NH show, but it was sold out, and Orono would have been a far drive for us. (though we seriously entertained making the journey) We are satisfying our need for you with the DVD (which we are adoring) and your CD. We watched the whole video, loving the background piano of Perfect Fit. Then I sat here and read your fascinating bio. Although I lack anything even remotely close to your talent, I can live vicariously with your wonderful openness and wish I had had the luck to be your friend. Those who are surely must feel their great fortune. We are looking forward to your return to Boston, and will make the scary journey down from the Portsmouth, NH region. In fact, why don't you come to the Music Hall in Portsmouth? It would be a perfect venue for your talent! (it's an amazing old building with a statue of Pan and the face of Apollo) Our thoughts are with you both, Amanda. It is a real pleasure to watch you both, even if it is only a movie. Thanks so much.
Love,
SS

2:46 PM  
Morgan said...

Re: the Vivian Westwood issue

I don't see Viv so much. Rather, I picture Liza Minelli, seeking to regain the glory of her Cabaret days, saying she and Joel Grey invented you just after Al got that whole internet thing going. Then she'll bat her Clockwork Orange eyelashes and the breeze from them will first knock Joel flat on his face and then slam the door. Joel will manage to heave himself into an almost sitting position, muttering something along the lines of "All is loss and desolation".

And people say I have too much free time on my hands...

8:07 PM  
June Miller said...

It's a bit sick, but I'm glad to see that someone as stressed as I've been (if not more) for the past few weeks.

Look at it this way, though: You aren't getting sued by some asshole for 25k (IF NOT MORE.).

I'm curious to know if Mr. White ever knew about you guys dressing up as him and Meg once. Twice? Three times a lady?

God, I hate insomnia. It causes me to post strange things on the internet.

3:40 AM  
Olivia said...

Visited Cafe Pamplona yesternight.
My high school english/journalism teacher and friend worked there when he was in high school... he's about 40, and now that I'm in college out in the area I decided to scout it out. We asked around and around and finally the guy in Raven Used Books knew where to lead us.

It was great. I went got back to my dorm later and wanted to learn more about the place notorious to me bc of its infamous owner.. Saw that you included it in a song... just googled Dresden Dolls Pamplona and found your blog. I've been a fan for a little over a year. You guys are great ;D And, I just wanted to make sure you knew it reopened... you probably knew. But just checking :] Okay-- take care, i'm always listening.

4:47 AM  
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11:15 AM  
Spine Raptor said...

Yes, Virgina comes out the same day that you guys are performing at the Epicenter in San Diego (city where I live). I would love to goto the show...however I have "cue-to-cue" that night for the play I am lead in at my college (Tragical History of Doctor Faustus). My girlfriend and I love your music. From the songs I have heard from your new album I can honestly say that they are in fact "less personal". Backstaber is probably the most personal song on the album (from what I have heard). But have no fear, the album sounds fresh and I enjoy hearing the studio versions of the live songs that you have performed. The songs that aren't as personal seem to talk about the world around you guys...and it's very beautiful. Your songs grow on people, and I have proof from people I know. No one that hears them while in my car hates it or dislikes it...they want more. This all may not mean much coming from just one fan, but just know that I have never "liked" bands before. I have liked particular songs from bands but could never find a band where'in I liked all of there songs. When I discovered The Dresden Dolls about a year ago I knew I had found that band. I never wanted to see any other band's shows before...but I do want to see yours. Ben Kweller and Cake wish they had as many plays on my iPod as the Dresden Dolls do (no contest though). Break a leg on all of your upcoming shows, and the release of the new album. I can't wait to actually purchase it. Thanks for reading.

-David (age 19)

11:25 AM  
andrea said...

oh, and about the "shadowbox drama". I posted that I thought some of the comments were unnecessary and somewhat ignorant, which I still think because I've been in situations where I've known people this happened to who look a certain way but really, honestly like a certain type of music that doesn't exactly "go with their looks" and people just judged and automatically dismissed them for that reason. Stuff like that usually gets me riled up. But at the same time I've taken that protective stance over my music when I saw someone who I thought could not possibly appreciate the music listening to it. But is thinking that about a person the same as verbalizing and bashing that person? I know I shouldn't but I guess that's where my hazy area on the subject is. Okay, "Am I a hyprocrite?" is ringing through my ears right now.

Lastly, about you never knowing what's it like to discover The Dresden Dolls. I've realized that all the bands that I've really connected to or whose music has changed me in some way, that there's always an interesting story of how I discovered them. And the story is always in some way like this, "I happened on this band by chance doing something I don't normally do", and you are no exclusion. I guess to know what it was like to discover your band you'd have to think of that one band that you found by something that almost seems like fate and if you had been doing anything else at that moment you'd have never heard of them. And what you found in that band and their music was unlike anything you've ever experienced before and the connecttions and emotions that came along with it still have an effect on you today. That's sort of what it was like to discover for me to discover The Dresden Dolls. I guess the one word that comes to mind to describe the general feeling, for me at least, is Grateful.

Andrea

11:27 AM  
avantxgarde said...

I get a general feeling of uneasiness and dread when I see you describing yourself as a promo whore. Don't get caught up in who's "selling out" and don't convince yourself that you're jaded, because nobody is unless they persuade themselves that this is so. Please Amanda just keep changing my life with your music. I'm flying cross-country to see you at Bonnaroo but don't forget the west coast fans!
Jessie

11:38 AM  
diana .&&!POW. said...

trust me dearest, i've been dealing with crazy PMS all day today. I sat down in my room and looked at a bug and started crying. A tad bit sadder than your situation, no? imsorryimsorryimsorry but i downloaded the new cd. i had to be honest i mean c'mon! my favorite band since back in the Middle East days.. I NEEDED to hear the new material. I'm hella psyched for the packaging though. sounds like a blast. And don't squish too much,or else you are going to have to think of a new game. The Squishing Game. =) [and this entry just brightened up my PMS-full day] thank you.

9:27 PM  
Subtlely Chalant said...

Missed having you in Maine, hon. But I look forward to a reschedule [?] ;) <3 - Plus, I really think it's best that you two pay close attention to your health. You mean a lot to us!

But, hey, looking on the bright-side: I was better off not going to a concert that night, as it opened up the opportunity for me to finally meet this guy who I've known for the past year but never really met/hung out with him. We're sort of involved, now, so I guess all things work together for good, eh? And all that jazz.

Anyway
Amanda: I wish I knew you in real life, only because you always come off as the kind of person who I typically get along with.
This coming from the boy who spent from age 11-17 without a single close friend to speak of. I was never bitter about it, I always had lots of people I saw on a regular basis. You know, theatre, dance classes, the yuj. But I'm realizing lately, now that I do have one or two extremely close friends, that I don't find people I like to hang out with [on a regular basis] easily. My ex once told me I love everyone. I almost always have good relationships with people, and I have a lot of people that I like to be around, who I consider good friends. And yet my "best friends" [outside of my family] were found a few months ago. I actually am extremely close with my sister and one of my brothers, so I would consider them my other best friends.
So, damn- All this to say: I love you, Amanda. I wish there were more people in the world like you, but I'm glad there aren't, or you wouldn't be so special. I only wish I was able to know you personally.
Which is why I really appreciate your journal/blog entries. I love getting to be a part of that area in your life. Not just seeing you in pictures or video, or listening to your songs, or finding an interesting interview, but knowing what you're really thinking when you're not thinking about what we want you to.
Thank you for everything. For your youness [<-which sounds really dirty, if you say it<- *haha* :P]. You and Brian have made the world a better place for a lot of people, and have affected so many lives, mine included. I'm so proud of all you've accomplished, and what you're striving for, without compromising your own principles to get there. Thank you for submitting to your problems, and not trying to hide them from us. In an industry full of on-the-surface celebrity, thank you for staying real. True to yourself. True to your fans.

L.L.P.C.!

Tes,
-Matt

10:59 AM  
Predictable Addiction said...

Yeah i understand where everyones coming from these teens singing coin operatated boy alll the time is getting to me. I mean there is so much more to just that song and blah.So I think you should read those reveiws also. I mean who know might lead to a new song? The new album is great by the way.you should come back to ohio sometime soon. Oh and on Ebay someones selling one of your first casstetes for 3 thousand dollars. I want it.
much love <3

4:42 PM  
the bitter mediocre artist said...

ah god i'm tired...i had to read this a second time because i skimmed through it the first time since i was haha...tired. well, i love you.

-glenn

11:52 PM  
Ursula the self acclaimed nothing. said...

Probably this is too lately posted for you to ever read? Oh well. I was just going to comment on the "bad album review" part of your blog.

If i were you...I would be inclined to not pay too much attention to the good reviews OR the bad reviews cause it all comes down to whether YOU enjoy doing it or not. Don't become a slave to people's opinions to the extent where you've been corrupted by their influence. Allowing their thoughts to make you want to fix something that was never broken in the first place. You'll drive youself crazy doing that. If your songs pass your personal standards of what is pleasing to your ears, then that's the main thing that matters. Maybe that's completely arrogant. But SELF expression is just that. It's about you.

11:46 AM  
Outspoknpoet said...

I am sorry to hear about the illness that seemed to plague you and Brian. I, too, suffered from the flu for nearly 10 days. (That's what happens when you are a new school teacher/employee apparently). I must say that I admire your ability to take the bad criticism with the ass kissers as well.
Maybe you should walk around with your face painted like a Geisha in Japan next time and see what they do!
Oh, and speaking of mid-westerners (of which I am- Mansfield, Ohio) and their uneasiness with things out of the "norm". You can do many other things. Some of the things I have done with my best friend Sean in the past are as follows.
1) Argue about sporks and foons as if you are going to kill eachother.
2) Play the penis game in a very public place.
What is the penis game? Simple... You say penis quietly and then your friend say it louder, then you beat that and keep going until you are screaming it!
Maybe Ohio is boring, but dammit, it is always nice to make people think WHAT THE FUCK!?
Can't wait to see you in Columbus April 8!

11:18 AM  
Jenn said...

I balled my eyes out during Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Then I smacked myself.

8:12 AM  
Alison said...

Wow. I laughed, I uh, didn't cry? but got upset, and I laughed some more. That was amazing. I loved the part about the beached game and the yoga. Oh and about the moss. That was good, too. I love you miss amanda palmer :)

2:12 AM  
Eleanor said...

what are your thoughts on marilyn manson? i dont mind him, but i've gotta be in a certain state of mind to really care. ooh and sprouts in adelade, australia, best vego restaurant ever (one of few in adelaide) - if you split plates with friends its cheaper than greasy take out.

6:36 AM  

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