tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post7399865300794553426..comments2023-11-02T08:46:55.156-04:00Comments on The Dresden Dolls Diary: flailing flag from the frontUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-9043966938329860292007-12-04T16:18:00.000-05:002007-12-04T16:18:00.000-05:00Hi Amanda, I just saw you the other night at the S...Hi Amanda, I just saw you the other night at the Space Gallery in Portland and I wanted to send off a warm thank you. I've just started to delve into music, my biggest dream and greatest fear, and have been pushing myself to get out and experience more music. I've seen many shows here in Portland and elsewhere, but no one has ever enchanted me quite like you did the other night. Both you and Jason Webley were grand. So grand. In fact, the power and force of the show has been lingering over me, like a dream. I know the piano was going awry, but because I am extremely musically illiterate still, I could barely tell the difference. It was simply amazing. My feet were planted in the same spot the entire show and the funniest thing is that I had only heard a Dresden Dolls song once before in my life. I wasn't entirely sure who you even were. Anyway, you've got a rare quality and it is infectious, so don't worry about help not being on the way, YOU are all you need.<BR/>Thank you for bringing your music to Portland and making some random soul feel incredibly moved and excited to be alive! It was lovely. Best of luck for the rest of your tour.<BR/>-LolaLolahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05004849341713039228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-48273550678390328082007-12-02T20:31:00.000-05:002007-12-02T20:31:00.000-05:00Performing and being a performer is an uncanny exp...Performing and being a performer is an uncanny experience. We are both in an out of place. we are giving soooo much of ourselves yet have no tiem to jsut be ourselves. We can get exhausted physically, emotionally and spiritually. With so many support staff, roadies, fans,and our head is always somewhere else thinking about work, the next thing, the interview, the new song etc etc, jsut being in the biz itself - it is hard to get down home time. And those dear peopel who put up with us - who cut through all the shit and are jsut there for us (not fans or coworkers just real friends/family)- they ground us. Always on the road and in performance mode - inspiration is really a high and its what we thrive on when we write or come up with a performance - it takes energy and adrenalin. so naturally we crash now and again. We need artists and their supporters in the world. The world cant continue to evolve or explore without artists. Just as artists cant explore or evolve without the real world. Getting the balance is always so difficult for everyone!.polkacentrichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05998418765020790479noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-39683079110662370302007-12-01T14:45:00.000-05:002007-12-01T14:45:00.000-05:00still here, Amanda. you don't know how often you n...still here, Amanda. you don't know how often you nail on the head all the fractured nonsense I'm trying to say myself (though with much more eloquence). your words are a constant aid in refocusing my mind.<BR/><BR/>everyone around me seems to be looking for that magical help/fix these days (synchronicity, indeed), all the while knowing that it's a delusion... I may relate your yoga teacher's quote to all of them.<BR/><BR/>for who? for yourself, I suppose. but know that we're out here, still. still reading and going through it each day. <BR/><BR/>remember that what you write makes a huge fucking difference. in lieu of a flesh-and-bone support staff in my life, I look for it elsewhere. your blog is one of the most constant and helpful supports I could ask for.<BR/><BR/>thank you.Davehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12219300025740763040noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-75631560439195590472007-12-01T07:04:00.000-05:002007-12-01T07:04:00.000-05:00Hey Amanda,Australia is going to be good for you. ...Hey Amanda,<BR/><BR/>Australia is going to be good for you. If nothing else, there are a fuckload of people who want to buy you a beer. Me included. *grin* (Any chance you'll stick around for a while in the lovely Spiegeltent beer garden?)<BR/><BR/>It's going to get better, you know? There will come a time when you'll reap all of the rewards for all of the fucking hard work you're putting in right now, and that's going to be awesome.<BR/><BR/>So here's to that. Be strong. It'll work out. <BR/><BR/>(Another person elbowing for space in the front row in Melbourne!)Emmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16752320588596837682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-10921289641553599522007-12-01T04:00:00.000-05:002007-12-01T04:00:00.000-05:00Amanda, you are a visionary and probably my favori...Amanda, you are a visionary and probably my favorite artist.<BR/><BR/>I've never posted here before, and I've only known about the Dolls for a couple years(became creepily obsessed this summer, won't bore you with the details).<BR/><BR/>I'm glad to hear the Dolls are touring again, and I would love to see you in concert, but I live on Vancouver Island, and I can't afford to go too far into mainland Canada.<BR/><BR/>Anyways, this is getting kinda long, so I just want you to know that you still have lots of fans left, and I'll do my part(whatever a fairly reclusive Canadian can do) to make sure you have even more fans in the future!<BR/><BR/>Also, I love reading the blog. Hope you can write the blog you wanted to write, it sounds really interesting(this one was too, I'm trying to be encouraging! I'm probably not very good at it..)<BR/>and I'd love to see it.ellipsishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08897247073474171329noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-719977683648094892007-12-01T00:32:00.000-05:002007-12-01T00:32:00.000-05:00Hey Amanda,I was just sitting on my coach, pretend...Hey Amanda,<BR/>I was just sitting on my coach, pretending to read Mists Of Avalon, when I started thinking about how wierd my life has seemed recently. On a random thought I decided to check the blog to see if it was updated and I found that you had read my mind and had expressed everything I was feeling perfectly. <BR/>Everytime I am sad I think of all the moments I spent that day laughing, and then I think of the next day I'll be able to sleep in passed 10:30. Life is good.<BR/><BR/>Thank you for not being afraid to be honest and open.EDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16796262071997131681noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-73622075788348400082007-11-30T22:24:00.000-05:002007-11-30T22:24:00.000-05:00sounds like your living life, my dear. the consta...sounds like your living life, my dear. the constant struggle of it all. we're all going through it. you know this, i know this. is what we do with our lives ever completely satisfying? even if we're doing the things we want to do? you're right, life is a cycle and that cycle is repeated and repeated and repeated and we become easily jaded. but i guess you could look at it as would i rather follow a cycle doing things that i like or things i don't like? but then you encounter another problem. am i doing things i like because i like it or because i think i'm supposed to like it? and do we really want someone to take away our responsibilites? i mean it reminds me of one of those movies where the kid gets a million dollars and buys who or whatever he wants and he doesn't have to do anything for himself. and he likes it at first cause it's exciting and fun and he feels unburdened and in control but then everyone has gotten so used to doing things for him that they don't even ask him what to do before they do it. and suddenly that sense of control is gone and you feel trapped by your own lack of responsibility. so, i don't know. maybe that was a crazy example but... responsibility can be freedom. it gives you the freedom to be responsible for your choices. and even though some of those choices are hard and a pain in the ass, when you look back you'll happy you were the one who made them and not someone else. especially if those choices have great outcomes. and no one cares more than youself about what happens to you. most people are already busy trying to fix things for themselves to have time to worry if the person next to them is being taken care of. i think i'm pretty self reliant. i don't know if this is good or bad. maybe both.<BR/><BR/>are we still here?<BR/>i am, and judging by the 40 some posts before me, they are too. never feel like blogging is something you have to do. do it when you have something to say and we'll be here.<BR/><BR/>live life<BR/>have fun<BR/>don't over think it<BR/><BR/>all my love,<BR/><BR/>andreaandreahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07913929047899255513noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-61187739302121492122007-11-30T19:39:00.000-05:002007-11-30T19:39:00.000-05:00It is scary to acknowledge just how much responsib...It is scary to acknowledge just how much responsibility we have as individuals.<BR/><BR/>Who knows? You may find yourself in a better place in life sooner than you think.<BR/><BR/>If this helps, you continue to inspire your fans with your honesty and passion. I hope you don't find yourself feeling too lost because you are doing a great job!Marreihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09272642105839234145noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-52335333640039530982007-11-30T19:07:00.000-05:002007-11-30T19:07:00.000-05:00We all have fantasies and it’s awful that they can...We all have fantasies and it’s awful that they can never come true.<BR/>I understand what it feels like to be emotionally and mentally unstable most of the time. <BR/>It's crushing and I can relate to where you are at the moment.<BR/>My fantasies are varied and the really some of the most important will never come true.<BR/>I don't really have any advice on how to feel better, but I don't think emotion is about feeling contented. Try and take some inspiration from these feelings and states, create things and think "I have created something, constructed from raw emotion". <BR/>It feels good to create things, it feels productive even if it turns out deformitive. <BR/>I'm sure you'll be kept busy though, <BR/>Amanda just know and be reassured that what you do, create, composing songs or art or whatever else. It is good, and that goodness reaches other people.<BR/>Just by reading these comments on this singular blog you can tell that people are relating, not feeling so isolated, dissociated and that is only a fraction of the goodness that you create.<BR/><BR/>Amanda, you spread goodness, and that in itself makes you good.<BR/><BR/>So I hope this elongated comment has given you some reassurance, and perhaps made you feel mildly better. I hope I haven't pissed you off:)<BR/>I'll be seeing you in Sydney, so until then,Many-Eyedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17561463269445995451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-64384914851622899582007-11-30T11:41:00.000-05:002007-11-30T11:41:00.000-05:00Like many I only know you through lyrics and blogs...Like many I only know you through lyrics and blogs. I connect with a lot of what you have to say. <BR/><BR/>You're right, we all have gone through that at one point or another. I found this quote a few years ago and it's stuck with me ever since.<BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/>We would rather be ruined than changed;<BR/>We would rather die in our dread<BR/>Than climb the cross of the moment<BR/>And let our illusions die.<BR/>~W.H. Auden<BR/><BR/>When DD stops in Tampa my boyfriend and I will be but two of many screaming and entralled in the chance to share in the passion that is poured out each night on the stage.<BR/><BR/>All the love, ErichErichhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02583090451728823821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-85147195306577482802007-11-30T03:13:00.000-05:002007-11-30T03:13:00.000-05:00Per che means why. The guy was Italian, right? Rem...Per che means why. The guy was Italian, right? <BR/><BR/>Remember that you have a horde of devoted fans. Start up a YouTube and tell them what to do. A wink and a smile and they'll be trampling eachother to serve you.Rae McMahanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00162674269407741130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-90688552823277156692007-11-30T03:12:00.000-05:002007-11-30T03:12:00.000-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.Rae McMahanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00162674269407741130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-57571351156051910082007-11-29T22:24:00.000-05:002007-11-29T22:24:00.000-05:00still here.still here.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03173640631548329777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-65225237866942489562007-11-29T21:58:00.000-05:002007-11-29T21:58:00.000-05:00O Amandamandamandamanda ...If you can't stand the ...O Amandamandamandamanda ...<BR/><BR/>If you can't stand the heat, oh wait, you ARE the kitchen I guess. IMHO, your angst as it comes through in your songwriting is one of the main attractions to your music. It must be hard to be intense all the time. And it's hard to rest when you're so driven to succeed. Though you claim not to read music, you know what a rest is, and I've made this comment before, sorry, but without the rests, the music becomes more like noise. Like the white space in graphic design layouts. Like that all important good night's sleep. Ya get me? <BR/><BR/>Noga, it's in the breathing.<BR/>You should be happy<BR/>instead of seething<BR/>sometimes its crappy<BR/>yeah, but most times pleasing<BR/>so let it go girl<BR/>and mind your breathing!<BR/><BR/>When will the new album be released? I WANT IT. NOW.<BR/><BR/>peace & love, DavidDavidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08023829957100118573noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-40439758949321255902007-11-29T19:46:00.000-05:002007-11-29T19:46:00.000-05:00amanda,you are the best. i beleve everyone underst...amanda,<BR/>you are the best. <BR/>i beleve everyone understands the fustration your going through.<BR/>your right everyone wants a savior, someone to get you through your problems. <BR/><BR/>well i'm "out there"<BR/><BR/>and i'm listening<BR/><BR/>i can't wait for the album.Are you going on the true colors tour next year, or was the yearly thing a myth?<BR/><BR/><BR/>xoxo much love<BR/><BR/>~N~on the ampersandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11642361130019989665noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-5202938170413879952007-11-29T05:12:00.000-05:002007-11-29T05:12:00.000-05:00I'm here. i haven't fallen apart or lost faith, or...I'm here. i haven't fallen apart or lost faith, or started opperating at a lesser capacity, and i hope i won't any time soon. i care, we care. i care about those who care. <BR/>as rachel goff said "I'll be front row in Melbourne, i'll buy you a beer and we can commiserate together." me too. <BR/>and as jessica said i too was happy to see the return of the big deep emotive "epic" post. thank you. we will be here ready to philosophise and comment when the post you wanted to write is complete. i'm sure it will be a masterpiece.<BR/>the bit that you said about the person just walking in and saying "i know you've been waiting for me for years and i'm finally here.<BR/>things have gotten way too out of control, my friend. before we get<BR/>to the meaning of life stuff (and believe me, we'll get there) let's<BR/>start with something simple, like your closet." that really stuck with me, its just right on. such a perfect summary.<BR/>yeah, disillusionment sucks. but things get better, i swear, and it will feel even better knowing that it was you who was the one to improve things for yourself.<BR/><BR/>good luck. see you in Melbourne. and as always, the spare room is, well... spare.<BR/><BR/>xxx Anika.mehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16538964240821568941noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-12328402791333420002007-11-28T16:02:00.000-05:002007-11-28T16:02:00.000-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-76651395957139422532007-11-28T16:01:00.000-05:002007-11-28T16:01:00.000-05:00I 've cracked a smile reading your confused words....I 've cracked a smile reading your confused words. <BR/>I'm looking all around and i always remember the stupid details only because it's hard to find something interesting. Sometimes i give some flowers to people that i don't know,i don't know why. We are looking all around, we'll find a no-sense solution,as usual.<BR/>I'll hope to see u in Italy creative girl.<BR/><BR/>S.<BR/><BR/>http://eveningsoot.splinder.comAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-51560477817479103992007-11-28T10:44:00.000-05:002007-11-28T10:44:00.000-05:00Sometimes ya just gotta look at the bright side - ...Sometimes ya just gotta look at the bright side - Australia! Take me with you please; I just loved it there. Here are some pix I took:<BR/><BR/><A HREF="http://trifle.vox.com/library/photos/tags/australia/" REL="nofollow">Trifle's Australia</A>Jonathan Arnoldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04953374030516995518noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-23470838278623370692007-11-28T09:51:00.000-05:002007-11-28T09:51:00.000-05:00I abosolutely adore you. Every time I feel a littl...I abosolutely adore you. Every time I feel a little crazy and like no one else in the world thinks like I do, I find myself at your blog.<BR/><BR/>Just trust in yourself and let the universe unfold around you. It's you life, your career, your world.<BR/>Nothing is out of your reach.<BR/>You've always been a total inspiration to me. I just hope you can see that same spark of inspiration in yourself. Latch onto it and grow from it. Have lots and lots of faith in yourself because you CAN do it, make it, achieve it, etc. Your life will turn into just what you want it to be. No worries.<BR/><BR/>Now to steer a bit off course:<BR/><BR/>We met once. For a brief moment. You played in a small venue in Boise, Idaho, June 2006. I was the girl who had been dancing to all your songs and managed to catch Brian's broken drumstick. You both signed it for me and I couldn't actually think of anything else to say but 'thank you'. I was too gobsmacked that I had the chance to meet you. <BR/>The thing that always echoed in my memory was how very human you were. I think we delude ourselves that those who have fame will be something brighter and better. You don't know how much it meant to me that you were just you that night. It gives me hope that maybe someday I can take all this music and passion inside me and turn it into something even more amazing without having to make myself into something other than who I am.<BR/><BR/><3<BR/><BR/>~VraiVraihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07231710235566843142noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-60722379597415235572007-11-28T04:12:00.000-05:002007-11-28T04:12:00.000-05:00Amanda, what can I possibly say to you? You do thi...Amanda, what can I possibly say to you? You do this to yourself because that's the way you are. That's the way you create and that's the way many more like you do it as well. You hit the ground running and you don't stop running until you slow down. That is what gives the life meaning. The times when you take a break. When you look around at what is perfect at that moment and at that moment alone and that just has to be enough and it IS and it's heartbreaking and beautiful, and that's the nature of life. You pull people in when you need love to sustain you until you can get on your own feet again and give something beautiful back to everything that creates you. And that's just the way it is. Some people know that birth isn't a one-time thing; it's a never-ending, painful, shocking, wonderful, life-giving experience. All I can say is that I understand and I love you, and try not to make this more about me than you.E.https://www.blogger.com/profile/14385868186457135521noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-48843770763727815842007-11-27T05:29:00.000-05:002007-11-27T05:29:00.000-05:00A,I emailed Steve from Dangerensembleabout accomad...A,<BR/>I emailed Steve from Dangerensemble<BR/>about accomadation in Melbourne.<BR/><BR/>Your most welcome to stay at our house, just talk to steve about an email I sent him.<BR/><BR/>Your right Amanda Palmer, I can't save your life, but I can't give you a roof for ten days.kick_it_to_mehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04562823486257671587noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-40339582404778700962007-11-27T03:06:00.000-05:002007-11-27T03:06:00.000-05:00This reminds me a lot of a song by The Streets. Tw...This reminds me a lot of a song by The Streets. Two of them, actually, but one in particular: Empty Cans.<BR/>"Or maybe its that i realised that it is true; <BR/>No-ones really there fighting for you in the last garison. <BR/>No-one except yourself that is, no-one except you. <BR/>You are the one who's got your back 'til the last deed's done. <BR/>Scott can't have my back til the absolute end, <BR/>Coz hes got to look out for what's over his horizon. <BR/>He's gotta to make sure he's not lonely, not broke. <BR/>It's enough to worry about keeping his own head above."<BR/>Hehe, objectivist garage music?<BR/><BR/>I wish I could make it to your shows, but I'm stuck in Brisbane. And just wait until the album is out. You might not end up with a team of experts, but you know we love you even more because you don't. And life without responsibility would be boring anyways - no guts, no glory.Flozzahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01833977516909637480noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-48929487188068659452007-11-26T21:37:00.000-05:002007-11-26T21:37:00.000-05:00i don't know if you're a ray bradbury fan at all b...i don't know if you're a ray bradbury fan at all but i recommend you read at least three stories. "The Fog Horn", "All Summer in a Day", and "Golden Apples of the Sun". you'll see you loneliness in the first. you'll see that things could be worse in the second. you'll see why you do all of this in the third.awillhoffhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15107671534949137842noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9394978.post-86794450972772810142007-11-26T20:51:00.000-05:002007-11-26T20:51:00.000-05:00But where else would I be?'the difficulty lately l...But where else would I be?<BR/><BR/>'the difficulty lately lies in wondering what the point of all the <BR/>struggle has been.'<BR/><BR/>Alright. Let's start here. Seven years ago, no one had heard of a genre such as Brechtian punk cabaret. Your work over the years has spread a concept you and someone else came up with all those years ago and it's spread across over the world to kids trying to find that certain...thing. The right ones, the ones you were trying to get to hear what you had to say, the ones who are feeling like you are, listened. I think that's very profound. You've probably noticed your fans are a passionate people. <BR/><BR/>Many fans (myself included) have told you how inspirational you are to them. This work that you do, it leads your crazy little creative fan-base to want to...CREATE! What an interesting concept. You probably know how happy that can make those people; those who feel they want to contribute something but are struggling to figure out what, exactly, it is. <BR/><BR/>In getting all these peoples' attention (not just the fans, but other artists as well) you don't have to face the bleakness of the world alone. We're the only ones running our shows, but other people <I>do</I> make a difference in its quality.<BR/><BR/>...<BR/><BR/>'wondering, too, if <BR/>someone is going to open the door to their bedroom one night and say: <BR/>"i know you've been waiting for me for years and i'm finally here. <BR/>things have gotten way too out of control, my friend. before we get <BR/>to the meaning of life stuff (and believe me, we'll get there) let's <BR/>start with something simple, like your closet."'<BR/><BR/>Something like that. A couple nights ago, it was a very bright full moon. I caught myself staring out into my road as I pulled up to my driveway to open the gate, as if expecting to see or hear someone walking up from either direction. It was a hope, beyond anything, though I knew no one would walk up. I just stood there for a few minutes. There was a mist over the street, to the left of me. A giant redwood was silhouetted to the right of me, a way's down. It was a very eerie scene, but I've always liked that. I just wanted to take it in. I always take it in, whenever those kind of nights happen. It seems I'd just like someone else to experience it, as well. I need a better nighttime camera, is what I determined.<BR/><BR/>...<BR/><BR/><BR/>Damn. I'm just going off on tangents everywhere. I take my time trying to figure out how to respond to these things, though. I started writing this response about an hour ago, I think. <BR/><BR/>...<BR/><BR/>Does Baudelairian gypsy-punk sound interesting to you? Some friends and I got an idear going on.June Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01178004193962192649noreply@blogger.com