amanda palmer's open poem to jonathan chait (and other crimes)

I am trying to post the YouTube of "buy my book! Buy my book!" from the critic but I don't know how to on my phone so just imagine it here

already taken down from soundcloud?

one thing that’s so inspiring about listening to other songwriters is that you can expand your palette just be being reminded where the edges don’t stop. you can say ANYTHING. you can write ANYTHING. there are no rules, no systems, no boundaries you have to draw within.

*farts*

there are no rules, no systems, no boundaries you have to draw within.

unless you are writing atonal music there actually are tons

you can say ANYTHING

This *is* zombocom. Welcome.

lol @ maria popova and amanda palmer being pals.

It has been revealed that, despite advocating against the use of advertising, Popova in fact uses Amazon affiliate links on her own blog, while continuing to solicit donations from her readers.[15][16] In February of 2013, Popova received criticism on how she championed her site to be “ad-free” and a “labor of love” that requires reader donations to sustain itself, while she covertly received millions of dollars on affiliate advertising from Amazon.

millions of dollars!?!

Palmer wrote a response to Sinead O'Connor's open letter to Miley Cyrus.

YES

jesus fuck this thing is long

You and I are no strangers to controversy and we both know how it feels to be screamed at by the public, by the music press, to be misunderstood, reviled, ignored, and used as a punching bag for a larger cultural conversation.

where do i donate?

I'm writing this on my cell phone in a plane

made me think of pitchfork reviews reviews

P.P.S. For any of y'all curious to check out those wonderful Sinéad albums that provided my teenage soundtrack, the two big ones were "I Do Not Want What I Haven't Got" and "The Lion and the Cobra". I'll leave it up to Sinéad to let you know whether to buy them on iTunes or just go torrent them. I don't know how her relationship with Ensign/Chrysalis is...chances are those labels don't even exist anymore. :)

lol

Amanda Palmer's letter to Sinead O'Connor, RE: Miley Cyrus

nooooooooooooooo

SLUGS ALL THE WAY DOWN

Despite being somewhat full of herself as usual, Palmer's surprisingly OTM here.

lmao she thinks people still torrent records

I dunno, since the fall of mediafire torrents have been one of the more reliable sources for older stuff

Wait, I assume you mean megaupload. I have a lot of stuff up on mediafire and I just panicked thinking it was all gone.

they purged a ton of stuff in the aftermath of the megaupload thing. Time was you could google "album name" + "mediafire" and be listening to the record in minutes...glory days

you guys never heard of filestube.com?

I've said it before, but the amazing thing is, I've seen her be really good live, both with the Dresden Dolls and solo. It's like some nervous showbiz hands tic or compulsion that makes her go so counterproductively far toward the insufferable.

i like the basics of what AP says, but god could you say it any more self indulgently jfc

people totally still torrent!

Time was you could google "album name" + "mediafire" and be listening to the record in minutes...glory days

Yeah... (sigh)

I remember even after that, people would post them up in abbreviations, so googling sfv 1982 would get you Judas Priest's 1982 album Screaming for Vengeance, etc.

I've actually been using soulseek of late

Amanda Palmer ‏@amandapalmer 34m
lou reed was one if my favorite songwriters, and neil's hands down favorite. so sad. here's satellite of love... http://youtu.be/ZUon-yHJbEo

Naturally, the link is an Amanda Palmer cover of 'Satellite of Love'.

so gross

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"Neil & Amanda talk their first romantic kiss"

so fucking mad that i'm learning about lou reed dying via the amanda palmer thread

That's what you get for opening the Amanda Palmer thread instead of the Lou Reed one.

i'll always remember where i was when amanda palmer informed me of lou reed's death

so fucking mad that i'm learning about lou reed dying via the amanda palmer thread

She is the AP after all

She probably has Dylan, Cohen and Joni covers prepared to tweet out upon their deaths

if the nyt can prep their obits beforehand why not ap?

http://www.newstatesman.com/2013/10/drinking-your-fans

wait, so why was the Australian dwarf girl lying in a pile of clothes in a spare room in Portland? Was this real or some sort of alt 90s apparition?

Like I said to the Forbes guy, we take care of each other. It’s complicated. And beautiful. But very real.

I didn’t tell them about the death threat until much later, while I was playing in Susan’s shag-carpeted basement. A neck rub circle had started. We collapsed in uncontrollable laughter singing Nine Inch Nails songs with misheard and alternative lyrics about cats, then I played some sad ukulele songs in the pitch dark and a quiet, tall boy with a moustache leaned into my ear and whispered that he’d just lost somebody.

the saddest ukulele of them all

this article wasn't that bad tbrr

liar

Susan, who crafts weird headwear for a living

neck rub circle