partyontheinternet part 2, in which you see my shoes
I tweeted at Amanda Palmer. That's probably the first thing I've ever said to her, and she's probably got such a flood of those tweets that she'll never see it. I don't even care. I'm just glad I did it. I've met her several times, and each time I am absolutely speechless. I just hand her a different pair of pink sneakers to sign, giggle like I'm high, and then shuffle off somewhere else before I make a bigger fool of myself. This image is from the True Colors tour, many years ago, an amazing number of hair colors ago, just moments before an epic shuffle-off.
(Not shown, Brian's sexy talented mug)
I am always amazed by the creativity she inspires. What she produces, what she brings about in others. How she manages to surround herself with amazing people, and how they just flock to her. Amanda, you're my fucking hero.
You defined so many years of my life. During my anti-depressant years, Girl Anachronism was my anthem. Gravity was my apology to the world around me. I wrapped your voice around me, someone so able to speak the words I could not.
And then, after a long period of lurking, I joined your forum. I met so many amazing people there... and then I met (some of) them in real life. One of them brought me a tray of dairy-free brownies (which I ate with my hands during a Dresden Dolls show), and told me all about Monument Avenue in Richmond. Inspired me to quit smoking (didn't work, sorry). One of them offered me a roof, and a shoulder. Many of them offered me kind words during every hard time in my life. And Amanda inspired that in them. Without her, I would have never met them.
I am still depressed that I couldn't get you to sign my pirate underpants at one show... security kicked us all out juuuuust before I made it to you.
I am Captain Dangerpants/dangereuxmortelle/Danger Girl from theshadowbox, and I am proud, honored, floored, and absolutely amazed to have been a part of this.