Amanda Palmer. August 8th, 2008 at the Lakeshore Theater in Chicago, IL. Text and photos by Malora Mcintosh.
As I’ve never seen Amanda Palmer before, and going off of the You Tube video submissions of her shows (like the birthday celebration video), one could get the impression that you’re going to witness a sultry seductive schizophrenic display of feminine freedom that hasn’t been encountered since you were massaged in a brothel in the late 1960’s. But given that Pluto is officially not a planet, you shouldn’t be surprised to hear that Amanda Palmer is not a whore. She opened the show with a Ben Fold’s sing-along and an Amanda Palmer read-along. She carried with her a pile of hand-painted signs that started with an extended “HI” and ended with “THIS SONG” (throws the card) “IS BY” (throw) “BEN FOLDS” (throw) “I LOVE” (throw) “HIM” (throw) “AND I” (throw) “LOVE” (throw) “YOU” (then everyone freaks out). With this, I was not only impressed with how she could throw a card, but what turned into a slumber party. The show started at ten and went well into the night -- and of course, the crowd always wanted more. Her attire include thigh-highs and a lacey black bra, but as her passionate vocals and her explosive seat kicking continued into the evening, the garb seemed to be more like her most comfortable pair of pajamas and we were staying the night at her place: the official after-party for the Breakfast-Club-Prom-Night-Rejects that enjoy wearing makeup and drinking Stella Artois… does anybody have a bottle opener?
Amanda Palmer - Astronaut (A Short History Of Nearly Nothing) (from Who Killed Amanda Palmer)
Amanda Palmer - Strength Through Music (from Who Killed Amanda Palmer)
As I’ve never seen Amanda Palmer before, and going off of the You Tube video submissions of her shows (like the birthday celebration video), one could get the impression that you’re going to witness a sultry seductive schizophrenic display of feminine freedom that hasn’t been encountered since you were massaged in a brothel in the late 1960’s. But given that Pluto is officially not a planet, you shouldn’t be surprised to hear that Amanda Palmer is not a whore. She opened the show with a Ben Fold’s sing-along and an Amanda Palmer read-along. She carried with her a pile of hand-painted signs that started with an extended “HI” and ended with “THIS SONG” (throws the card) “IS BY” (throw) “BEN FOLDS” (throw) “I LOVE” (throw) “HIM” (throw) “AND I” (throw) “LOVE” (throw) “YOU” (then everyone freaks out). With this, I was not only impressed with how she could throw a card, but what turned into a slumber party. The show started at ten and went well into the night -- and of course, the crowd always wanted more. Her attire include thigh-highs and a lacey black bra, but as her passionate vocals and her explosive seat kicking continued into the evening, the garb seemed to be more like her most comfortable pair of pajamas and we were staying the night at her place: the official after-party for the Breakfast-Club-Prom-Night-Rejects that enjoy wearing makeup and drinking Stella Artois… does anybody have a bottle opener?Amanda Palmer - Astronaut (A Short History Of Nearly Nothing) (from Who Killed Amanda Palmer)
Amanda Palmer - Strength Through Music (from Who Killed Amanda Palmer)
Labels: Show Reviews
Amanda Palmer is crap.
Amanda Palmer is crap.
Palmer is a name dropping ass.