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

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

nooooo

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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

ukuleles in the dark

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.

http://collider.com/wp-content/uploads/stefan.jpg

singing NIN songs

bah

http://blogs.laweekly.com/westcoastsound/stefon-290x290.png

you guys just have aesthetic problems with her "community" -- i feel like she did a good job of describing her community and illustrating her argument

idk she still sounds like a clueless asshole to me

i think her fans genuinely like her and want to spend quality personal time with her -- i mean, this article makes her sound less of a clueless asshole than other things she has written

just some chill quality personal time ~$10k

hey they're just doing a friend a $10k favor

Trent Reznor of Nine Inch Nails recently commented on the crowdfunding culture: “I’m not super-comfortable with the idea of Ziggy Stardust shaking his cup for scraps,” he said. Ziggy, the fictional icon? Clearly not. But early Bowie, the tech pioneer? Quite likely.

Bowie is a tech pioneer?

Ziggy had some pretty high tech haircuts and jumpsuits

maybe she's referring to the fact that he did an interactive cd-rom for one of his albums? tech pioneer in terms of marketing?

As I tossed my ukulele on to the bed, I saw something move in the corner of the room. It looked like a pile of clothes. I went closer. The pile of clothes was Yana. She was lying on the floor, wrapped in a blanket.
“You OK?” I asked. “Don’t you want to lie on the bed instead of the floor?” I felt helpless.
“No . . . I’m good,” she said.
I put my hand on her cheek and looked down at her. I knew those eyebrows so well by then. I wished I hadn’t fucked them up so much. I pulled the blanket over her shoulders.

amanda palmer gets pretty stoked on taking the bed while her fans sleep on the floor, this is the 2nd anecdote she's given where this has happened iirc

this was the girl from Perth iirc

As I tossed my ukulele on to the bed, I saw something move in the corner of the room.

This could be the start of a novel. Clearly she should write a book. About a character named "Pamanda Almer."

as long as it isn't another steampunk Dr. Who episode

My fans: I wished I hadn’t fucked them up so much.

guys, it's not her fault that poor girl had some weird dwarf disease

most musicians would boast about volunteering their time to hang out with their disabled fans, only amanda palmer boasts about taking $10K from them

xxp They fuck you up, your Kickstarter pals. / They may not mean to, but they do.

is anyone else getting this on fb:
Amanda Palmer · Suggested Post
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