From: owner-ecto-digest@smoe.org (ecto-digest) To: ecto-digest@smoe.org Subject: ecto-digest V13 #572 Reply-To: ecto@smoe.org Sender: owner-ecto-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-ecto-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk ecto-digest Wednesday, August 13 2008 Volume 13 : Number 572 To unsubscribe: e-mail ecto-digest-request@smoe.org and put the word unsubscribe in the message body. Today's Subjects: ----------------- Amanda at Spiegeltent ["Karen Hester" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Tue, 12 Aug 2008 11:35:38 -0400 From: "Karen Hester" Subject: Amanda at Spiegeltent Amanda Palmer at Spiegeltent was as expected - great music (lots of slow songs), interesting clothes (bra, gold corset, ruffled skirt, red stockings, magic marker smeared hands), digressive stories, communicating through large hand-held signs (afterwards there were audiences members wandering around holding 'Hi' or 'and'), karaoke (to Ben Folds song), 'Creep' on ukelele to end, which was around 1.30am (sleepy grrrr DD and AP shows lateness). Songs were Ampersand, Astronaut, Point of it all, Guitar hero, Runs in the family, Icarus, Blake says, Strength through music, Coin operated boy, Half Jack, Mrs O, a Regina Spektor song, an obscure sentimental song by an Irishman ("look, mummy, no hands" on the carousel). Oh, and a song with lyrics by Neil Gaiman. They're both Sinatra fans and were discussing how you can't do songs about lonely people sitting in smoky bars at 3am anymore, it's so cliche, and bars aren't smoky, and who does that anyway, so the late-night loneliness ballad instead went "I google you..." During 'Ask Amanda' we learnt that her favorite vege is broccoli, Neil Gaiman was 'fucking amazing', and that we become one with the earth after death. Story of her plane ride to NY: sitting in back next to old Arab guy ("he was in his late 100s") who couldn't speak English; lots of confused attempts to converse, feeling of success when she realized he needed a wheelchair, and further success when she helped him call a phone number. He hand signed 'is this home?' when they landed and she thought about it and realized the NY skyline was her favorite and said 'yes' and felt wonderful, like they'd shared a deep moment and she'd come to an important realization, and she gazed into his wise old-man eyes and leaned back in her seat and enjoyed the moment. And then he reached over and grabbed her breast and squeezed. "Way to spoil the moment, dude." Similarly, a sleazy older guy was there with his little goth-metal son, and dad (we'll assume) keeps on asking "do you think she's hot? man, amanda palmer is sexy." I'm not sure if this is a usual father-son bonding issue. He shouts out "You're hot Amanda" and takes out a comb to tidy up his comb-over. Amanda wants to hand out her album at 5am in the morning the day it's released, for free, so keep an eye out if you're an upper East Coaster. K. ------------------------------ End of ecto-digest V13 #572 ***************************