tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post113395163624657757..comments2023-11-02T08:46:55.156-04:00Comments on The Dresden Dolls Diary: pump up the volumeUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-53874095677419174622012-03-25T00:33:28.413-04:002012-03-25T00:33:28.413-04:00Hey,
The movie is my favorite to, i to feel the ...Hey, <br /><br />The movie is my favorite to, i to feel the wrap of words that sting so real and make me see that it is not that diferent. that living in a generation does not suck that much like seeing those generations pass and you stuck on time, on an idea or a feeling you just can't get enough. my time, is as thin as air, i do what i am supposed to do, feel a bit cool with it, but feel like a ghost to my surroundings. although i think im starting to live when i supposed to be half way, yet always asking myself is it really worth it or what is new. shattering dreams that i thought as a kid that at this time i would acomplished, but hey. better struggle than to let go, give a fight than to surrender to it, for what ever they think they don't care, it'll be the same if your in or out. thinking always how did this much things come to be mine, and what was i thinking, why can it feel easy to leave but never taking that first step. well i read this a bit late, agreeing with you that the movie is a favorite of mine which actually represents something i crave with the spirit of anarchic youth struggling to express who they really are. <br /><br />thanks best regards...Sin luz no se puedehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03868767632653856307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-69176450855896120192007-03-07T15:31:00.000-05:002007-03-07T15:31:00.000-05:00i never felt that i fit in high school - yet i tri...i never felt that i fit in high school - yet i tried, and therefore split-off inside of myself even more.<BR/><BR/>now, at 31, i can see it all for what it is.<BR/><BR/>we all just want someplace to belong.shannonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07352428095582106239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-1139294296931407062006-02-07T01:38:00.000-05:002006-02-07T01:38:00.000-05:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Ramseyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00561610419583673044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-1136000987788985962005-12-30T22:49:00.000-05:002005-12-30T22:49:00.000-05:00So, Conner looked bored eh? Wow. I suppose there's...So, Conner looked bored eh? Wow. I suppose there's not much left for him if pouring out his angsty poetic soul to dozens of scene kids hanging on his every moan is no longer stimulating. <BR/><BR/>I came to your last Chicago show at the Metro because a friend of mine, Chris, was doing a mime as an opener. For the record, I'm thankful you didn't look bored.<BR/><BR/>Actually, I have to say that the show was, overall, really fantastic. It's so rare to have two great opening bands (Faun Fables, Devotchka) in addition to an incredible set main stage.Ariadne's Coronahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13348039669722395957noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-1135990984949658092005-12-30T20:03:00.000-05:002005-12-30T20:03:00.000-05:00It does raise the question if we've ever really le...It does raise the question if we've ever really left high school to begin with. Isn't the Earth just one big, high school, complete with lunch ladies, teachers, and the ubiquitous classes that serve as our obligations? Earth HS. I like the sound of that. It would also suggest we would be rival schools with mars or some other planet where their principal is a bit more literate and thus suited for his/her job. <BR/><BR/>High school for me was...well, amusing. I wasn't popular, I wasn't particularly known... if anything, I was the kid in the shadows. The side dish, just watching the main course get eaten. I loved being the observer. I would never get any attention or go looking for it. There are a few exceptions like... hmmm...Oh, my hot sister. Every once in a while one of her suitors would talk to me, in what I would surely know to be foolhardy attempts to get into her pants. Save for those few encounters, and whenever I had a school project to complete, my interaction with everyone was incredibly minimal. My sister still has some residual hotness, but no suitors are willing to fly across the country from her current location for some desperately needed tips. tis a shame. <BR/><BR/>in a few short days, I'm moving into the next sect of high school: college-landia. I've stopped into that realm for a brief period in time last year before I was forced to leave, but from what I do remember, it was the same thing as high school only the teachers wouldn't care if we used profanity or drank Mondo Mango in class. <BR/><BR/>But then every so often, I would run into one of "the stares." they seemed to follow the same pattern as someone needing to sneeze everyday. All sneezes may sound different, but they all mean the same thing. A tender, ladylike "achoo" to the most indistinguishable muck of noise ever to be carried by Earth HS' oxygen. They all mean the same thing: there's crap in my nose, here it is. Stares also could have their degrees in differences. one of them could say "who the fuck are you?" while another could just be a simple "hmmm." In any event, a stare to me was always a sign of someone trying to figure me out. and they didn't stop after high school. in fact, didn't they start in high school? <BR/><BR/>Maybe a stare is something else that comes with puberty? You know, you get the body hair, you grow a few inches, and let's not forget you suddenly have the ability to staaaaare at people. They really should've written that chapter in sex ed. <BR/><BR/>Chapter 5: Staring. <BR/><BR/>Since you're older now, your opinion, however small it may be, now carries weight. thus, you can STARE at something to get your message across. Pretty nifty, huh billy? <BR/><BR/>Even though I don't mind these stares in the least, I find that they're like mount everest. just there. In college, oh yeah. unavoidable. Yet they never bother me, and if any one of these gawkers ever took the time to try and speak with me, they'd find that I'm a really nice guy who would be more than happy to kick back and get to know them. since they typically don't do that, I fair very well at just amusing myself. <BR/><BR/>Well, my bike and I have a date. See ya around. oh, wrong blog.Domestibothttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05343789180055177491noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-1135911929424264512005-12-29T22:05:00.000-05:002005-12-29T22:05:00.000-05:00well said. you do think too much, and they can sme...well said. <BR/><BR/>you do think too much, and they can smell it on you.mdhatterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16540164501476754823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-1135904898926765592005-12-29T20:08:00.000-05:002005-12-29T20:08:00.000-05:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Ramseyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00561610419583673044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-1135841217063513442005-12-29T02:26:00.000-05:002005-12-29T02:26:00.000-05:00I'm surprised you actually read these. Or possibly...I'm surprised you actually read these. Or possibly you only read the MySpace comments. <BR/><BR/>The feeling you described having at the Bright Eyes Show is similar to what I feel at your shows. Here I am, this indie rock snob, prancing into a concert hall full of happy people who seem to be so much more accepting than I am.<BR/><BR/>You are one of my favorite musicians, and the fact that you have a high school girl crush on someone I look at as my inspiration in life in general is amazing. <BR/><BR/>I like pretending you care what I think. It's like I have a chance to leave comments on the Bell Jar or something.mazeofmemorieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01388082730312544653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-1135487553994626962005-12-25T00:12:00.000-05:002005-12-25T00:12:00.000-05:00happy christmas amanda, thank you for changing my ...happy christmas amanda, thank you for changing my life.SAMANTHA Phttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00472446750518359514noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-1135406071414342422005-12-24T01:34:00.000-05:002005-12-24T01:34:00.000-05:00glad to hear you're feeling more comfortable with ...glad to hear you're feeling more comfortable with your life lately. I hope Brian is doing well, also (i know he had some personal issues a while back).<BR/><BR/>Pump up the volume is an awsome movie. However, Teen movies were (And still are) unrealistic. There is no magic place where goths become beauty queens and boys with a shitty attitude get the pretty girl (thank christ).<BR/>I think that's part of why your music is so popular... It's very real and very raw for so many people out there. There's no hollywood factor, you just say what you feel. I think more people want to be able to relate to an artist than want to be swept away into a complete fantasy world where everyone is awsome and the world changes because of some award winning phrase someone utters.<BR/>It's nice to be able to go "damn, that's the same shit I went through" or "holy shit, that's exactly how I feel" when listening to music or dealing with other forms of art and entertainment. No one knows what it feels like to be the school's hero for having a pirate radio station or to instantly have a hot chick fall in love with you because you spend a day acting like an ass. <BR/>However, Alot of us know what it feels like when you grow up and the schoolhouse has moved and your friend doesn't live near you anymore. Alot of us feel like the pills came a couple days too late or hate part of our family or are proud of ourselves for taking out the trash when we've had a bad month.<BR/><BR/>There is no nonsense world like john hughes would have us believe, and i think you do an important thing by speaking to us out here in the real world and letting us know we're not alone.vo0do0chilehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10862730577375216069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-1135380386376245672005-12-23T18:26:00.000-05:002005-12-23T18:26:00.000-05:00Hello.Merry Christmas :)Hello.<BR/><BR/>Merry Christmas :)Russellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07727961417081395732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-1134831130028994022005-12-17T09:52:00.000-05:002005-12-17T09:52:00.000-05:00Amanda..It is refreshing that there are those in o...Amanda..<BR/><BR/>It is refreshing that there are those in our age group that still feel the way you do.<BR/><BR/>Looking fwd to the next album..and tour in CINCINNATI.Me, Im nothttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02325159251015009979noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-1134584047658570002005-12-14T13:14:00.000-05:002005-12-14T13:14:00.000-05:00I love that funny inverse deja vus of feeling like...I love that funny inverse deja vus of feeling like my high school self is in my 26-year-old head and is suddenly looking out at my life today, feeling completely and utterly on the outs with everyone, misunderstood and frustrated.<BR/><BR/>It provides a cathartic release akin to crying in a movie theatre about fictional characters and their fictional problems.<BR/><BR/>Which is probably one reason I like your art so much :-)A Unique Aliashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14537413176663919073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-1134548556742784962005-12-14T03:22:00.000-05:002005-12-14T03:22:00.000-05:00hmmm.hmmm.(sinks into her own high school memories...hmmm.<BR/><BR/>hmmm.<BR/><BR/>(sinks into her own high school memories, smiles at the particular thought of a former high school crush and wonders how many children and kilos he has gained by now)<BR/><BR/>hmmm.<BR/><BR/>i love you, Amanda!<BR/><BR/>Saagjehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08078010104863460791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-1134543045705653422005-12-14T01:50:00.000-05:002005-12-14T01:50:00.000-05:00How bizarre. I'm only just catching this blog ent...How bizarre. I'm only just catching this blog entry (always a week late and a dollar short, heh). I work part time in a CD/DVD store, and last week I set aside (for later purchase) a copy of the Pump Up The Volume DVD I'd found while putting away stock.<BR/><BR/>I was so obsessed with this movie when I saw it back in the 90s that I had to construct an extended soundtrack to include all the songs not on the official one. I didn't know all the artists who had been featured, so I found it on VHS and squinted at paused screens of the credits. :D Talk about your garden variety geek-a-zoid. To do this, I also had to buy full-length cassettes of the albums each song was on. Richard Hell & The Voidoids, Leonard Cohen (oh how I searched far and wide for "If It Be Your Will"), The Descendants, etc. and so on, ad nauseum.<BR/><BR/>Anyway, what I'm getting at is how bizarre the timing of this blog post and my setting aside of said movie happened to be so close.<BR/><BR/>Thank you for all that you do, Amanda. I can only speak for myself in saying that I really appreciate how you open yourself up to us in blog form (as a supplement to song form) and thusly cut through the smoke and mirrors that separate the adored from the adoring. It takes a pretty brave soul to do that, I think.<BR/><BR/>I'm still a bit wary of the blogging thing, but you make me think a little differently about it.<BR/><BR/><BR/>~SunshineSunshinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03008470315671578786noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-1134393889058226002005-12-12T08:24:00.000-05:002005-12-12T08:24:00.000-05:00thank you Amanda. This is a lovely entry. Your wri...thank you Amanda. This is a lovely entry. Your writing always inspires me to work to improve my own, be it in blogs or songs or whatever else.<BR/><BR/>And now I want to go buy Pump Up the Volume, damnit. It's been too long.Davehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12219300025740763040noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-1134364764553266472005-12-12T00:19:00.000-05:002005-12-12T00:19:00.000-05:00You're right. College is highschool all over again...You're right. College is highschool all over again. I thought people would at least treat each other with dignity and respect. But I was wrong about that too. You're blessed to have the talent you have, and the life you live...many people would like to have a not-so-ordinary life. <BR/><BR/>(This is probably inappropriate to ask on your blog, but when New Orleans is back to [almost] normal, would you think of coming around? We'd love to have you.)Daftiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04752032860465736248noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-1134171841699042822005-12-09T18:44:00.000-05:002005-12-09T18:44:00.000-05:00Ouch. Connor Oberst sounds like a whiny little bit...Ouch. Connor Oberst sounds like a whiny little bitch. Though I realize you can't control who you crush on, it's a shame that your infatuation allows a peon that resides far below your place in the universe (and music) to treat you so disrespectfully.muruchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14316898770488646811noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-1134142759496009432005-12-09T10:39:00.000-05:002005-12-09T10:39:00.000-05:00This year I suffered a massively overwhelming crus...This year I suffered a massively overwhelming crush on Trent Reznor. It ended this summer when I saw NIN in Glasgow. I suppose it was very good while it lasted, but was so draining as it took over my thoughts for weeks.<BR/><BR/>On the plus side, I discovered the Dresden Dolls via the crush and now follow this diary - it's superb. I like the way your mind works.<BR/><BR/>The best school-film I've seen in ages was a Swedish film called Onsdkan (Evil). School drama at it's sinister best.Luxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12198577796877128492noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-1134124333141797272005-12-09T05:32:00.000-05:002005-12-09T05:32:00.000-05:00"high school is never over. it just morphs into so..."high school is never over. it just morphs into something more subtle."<BR/><BR/>Amen sister. If there is anything I can be sure of, at the ancient age of 36, it's the above statement.kali_licioushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12525644833042521402noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-1134112016723680862005-12-09T02:06:00.000-05:002005-12-09T02:06:00.000-05:00My Powerbook and I salute you! I think we (your c...My Powerbook and I salute you! <BR/><BR/>I think we (your commenters, not me and my laptop) like reading you because you echo what we feel and do not say, or cannot articulate.<BR/><BR/>(Isn't it interesting - and a little telling - how the not-quite-bright insist on misspelling words to be "cool". u know what i mean. I think they call it "edgy" in Los Angeles.)<BR/><BR/>Anyhow, thanks for writing. (I'm too tired to be clever.)R. MacKayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13295578591618599655noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-1134107541994212852005-12-09T00:52:00.000-05:002005-12-09T00:52:00.000-05:0040 comments? I guess that would make me 41! wow. t...40 comments? I guess that would make me 41! wow. that is well over any amount I could even imagine getting on one of my blog entries. It's interesting that you don't have a significant other, for a while there I was under the impression that you were with that guy in your band, Brian...I guess I was mistaken, eh? Something my step dad told me before he passed, was to <BR/><BR/>"be in love with love, and you will always be content."...<BR/><BR/>Anyway, I dig the rockn' tunes. Don't let the weight of the world hammer down and engulf you.Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15174635509073666080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-1134094593772277772005-12-08T21:16:00.000-05:002005-12-08T21:16:00.000-05:00Really, Amanda? Is that the appeal of Mr. Oberst?...Really, Amanda? <BR/><BR/>Is that the appeal of Mr. Oberst? The fact that he's like the brooding boy in high school that girls would often turn to eachother and whisper 'Oh my god, he's sooooooo hot!'? <BR/><BR/>For the life of me, I cannot understand why so many people are attracted to him. Four out of the five girls who I've gained an interest in have pretty much fallen head-over-heels in love with this fellow. HE HAS THE TEETH OF A 10 YEAR OLD CORPSE! I DON'T GET IT. Then again, these girls kind of are the girls in high school who dream their lives would work out in a "Pretty In Pink" sort of fashion, I guess. Whatever. I'll always be Duckie (Duckette?).<BR/><BR/>Although, I was more of a "Ferris Bueller" kind of gal, myself.June Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01178004193962192649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-1134087018253455762005-12-08T19:10:00.000-05:002005-12-08T19:10:00.000-05:00Yes, I do remember those combat boots, I was there...Yes, I do remember those combat boots, I was there, lingering not as long as I should have on the smokers corner. Yes, Pump of the Volume, HUGE, <BR/>"Talk Hard."artisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11894721825423389431noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-1134041439688332212005-12-08T06:30:00.000-05:002005-12-08T06:30:00.000-05:00So I'm happy/sorry that you're so happy/unhappy la...So I'm happy/sorry that you're so happy/unhappy lately. <BR/><BR/>Hey, since you actually read these, I have something interesting to share.<BR/><BR/>The word "sabotage" comes from 19th century Europe. People called Luddites were upset by the Industrial Revolution and how their skills were no longer needed amidst machines. In fits of rage, they attacked the machines by throwing wooden clog shoes ("sabots") into the machines to jam them up.<BR/><BR/>No joke.Karlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16280691960698769444noreply@blogger.com