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Kickstarter backer art party

This speaks volumes, I think, about Amanda Palmer’s relationship with her fans. Yes, you can say that these images show us that she’s an exhibitionist, a narcissist, that she loves an ex…

amandapalmerphotos:

Kickstarter backer art party

This speaks volumes, I think, about Amanda Palmer’s relationship with her fans. Yes, you can say that these images show us that she’s an exhibitionist, a narcissist, that she loves an excuse to get naked in public–all of those things are presumably true to some extent, and I see no problem with any of those things in the way she engages with the media – but the thing I think is important here is trust. She trusts her fans, not only with her music, not only with intimate information about her life via her blog, but with her body in all its vulnerability.

That is huge, especially in an era of bodyguards and guardrails and a Berlin Wall of personal assistants, and a general cultural attitude that treats celebrities as beings that are somehow physically manifest differently from all the rest of us, with our weird corporeal bodies. This kind of relationship to audience is more Marina Abramovic than American Idol, and I think that is what rock n roll is all about.

I came across this while looking up the lyrics to “The Living Room”, which I was listening to on repeat: a blog post by Amanda Palmer, written in 2006 about the death of her friend Ben

It made me weep kind of hysterically. Thinking about all the beautiful and anxious young men that I have shared strange connections with, only to get too busy and distracted to call. Every single one of them one day will die, and some of them I will not see again. Everything’s enough to make your heart break.