The idea of reading Amanda Palmer’s book The Art of Asking: Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Let People Help sounded faintly ridiculous — could I, too, learn the art of asking, just like Palmer, and maybe reach $1 million for my Kickstarter project? But as it turns out, Palmer’s book, an offshoot of her popular TED talk, “The Art of Asking,” isn’t really a how-to; it’s more along the lines of a memoir. Palmer figured out a strategy that works for her as an artist, and despite the fact that she’s undeniably divisive as a public persona, there is some wisdom in her ideas for artists and, arguably, women. … Read More
Amanda “Fucking” Palmer has a book out this month. It’s called The Art of Asking, and it sets out madam’s philosophy on life, which pretty much amounts to taking the stuff that people just keep on offering you! Because of course they do! Palmer has an unparalleled ability to inspire rage in people; sometimes it’s justified, sometimes less so. This ability has prompted some thoughtful writing over the years, but hey, before you read that, why not brush up on exactly why she upsets people so much in the first place? Here, then, is a definitive history of Palmer’s foot-in-mouth moments and flights of self-absorption. … Read More
Lena Dunham, the New York Times revealed Monday, was not planning to pay the seven artists she selected via YouTube auditions to open for her on her Not That Kind of Girl tour. As Gawker points out, this is particularly outrageous in light of the fact that Dunham not only earned a $3.7 million advance for the book, but also makes something like $6 million annually, and tickets for the tour in question have sold for $38 apiece. … Read More
Drumroll please: Amanda Palmer’s forthcoming book, The Art of Asking has a cover. And hey, it’s actually kind of… Read More
The devolution of Wayne Coyne from fearless freak into fearful fuckwit has been one of the saddest spectacles in the music industry over the last few years. He was responsible for at least two of the truly great albums of the 1990s, and now he’s doing drugs with Kesha and filming Miley Cyrus in bed. This week sees the release of the first single from the upcoming record With a Little Help from My Fwends, in which Wayne and his
sycophants wacky pals cover Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band in its entirety! How wild and crazy!
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You may have heard that one enterprising individual has raised over $60,000 through Kickstarter to make a humble potato salad.… Read More
I remember the first time I saw the Flaming Lips. It was at the Big Day Out festival in Melbourne in 2004. It was the first time I’d seen Wayne Coyne in his gray suit, smearing blood on his face and pulling his balloon-into-the-crowd stunt. The show was… I hesitate to say “spiritual,” but it was a profoundly beautiful and moving experience in a way that very few rock shows are, a demonstration of how music can be a force that’s inspiring and healing and uplifting.
That was 2004. This is 2014. The man who held the crowd in the palm of his hand that night has spent the last five years in a quest to apparently become the worst person in rock ‘n’ roll, culminating in yesterday’s report on Gawker that he fired his drummer of 12 years for objecting to one of Coyne’s friends wearing a Native American headdress on Instagram. Wayne Coyne, what the fuck? … Read More
Walking, talking think-piece Amanda Palmer has a knack for insinuating herself into the cultural conversation: just when you think she might have finally gone away, she returns like a persistent odor. Her latest trick, if you missed it last night, was to conflate the message of Steve McQueen’s 12 Years A Slave with, um, the reaction to Macklemore winning a bunch of Grammys. If this makes no sense to you, well, you’re not the only one — but, loath as I am to give Palmer any more attention than she already has, it’s worth looking at this further, because it demonstrates some wider points about the way we approach questions of race and identity politics in America. … Read More