((To any tumblr users reading this: please tweet this link to Amanda, using the hashtag #AlexWithAFP. I’m determined to get her to at least read this. Thank you in advance <3))
Dear Amanda Palmer,
I have a request for you. Or perhaps it’s more of a proposition. I am coming to see you in London…
Another example of why:
A. Amanda Palmers “Fans” are not what I call a fan. They’re not obsessed with the false persona of this entity that is devoid of actual human qualities or talent. For example Justin Bieber. A fan would die for the opportunity to meet them, scream shout and cry. Most of Amanda’s fan’s would want to show her their talents, hopes, and dreams. They would want to have an intellectual conversation as well.
B. Why Amanda is not a musician strictly, but an actual artist. Her music isn’t pigeonholed into some label given by the media. It’s fluid and relative. It has depth and meaning. Artists exist to be creative and free of constraint. You don’t have to like all her songs, or any of them to see any of these things. Listen to a popstar’s album and you’ll see the over processed contemporary garbage that is this years music scene. Listen to Amanda Palmer’s albums and you’ll think what the fuck many of these songs all sound different? While musicians exist to sell albums, get on the radio, and get a grammy the so called epitome of success Amanda Palmer is sitting in her room somewhere naked with sharpie all over her body talking to her fans on a webcam and Twitter.
STOP IT RIGHT NOW. STOP STOP.
If you preordered Theatre is evil check your e-mail. The download code (Here in the US) is here. So go check it. Listen to it. Get drunk and listen to it, get high and listen to it.
Have sex with your lover and listen to it.
Or Have sex with a stranger and listen again.
Hell invite your friends over and have a spiritual love party and listen to it.
Do it, yeah?