Amanda Fucking Palmer, my life guru, performed a song at the end of last Friday’s “Evening with Neil Gaiman and Amanda Palmer” at Town Hall. It was a ukulele ballad about ukuleles that could honestly be used as a manifesto on modern creativity. As with everything this crazy punk-folk diva makes, I immediately regretted not having discovered it and incorporated it into my the very fabric of my life philosophy sooner.
Stop whatever you’re doing to take a few deep breaths and listen to these wonderful lyrics:
She played several equally breathtaking songs at her concert, including one about female music stars shaking their butts and brains, and fantastic duets with both the cabaret sensation Meow Meow and The Voice contestant Kat Robichaud. Husband Neil Gaiman read some gorgeous, unsettling, whimsical stories and the whole evening was a lovely reminder that making honest art doesn’t have to be hard (I have, in fact, just started reading his “Make Good Art” speech, which can be viewed here and was turned into a book). Amanda Palmer & co. have a pretty great handle on how creativity works. I’m starting to think it mostly has to do with open-hearted curiosity, and perhaps a bit of bravery.