Or otherwise known as “When I Lost My Shit in Front of an Idol”
November 24th was a day I’ll never forget. While I wished it was for all the best of reasons, there is a bit of embarrassment that coincides with it. That was the day I broke down and cried due to the overwhelming emotion I felt when I met someone who I truly admired. AFP – Amanda Fucking Palmer – at her book signing in Austin.
I’m a recent fan of hers, having only discovered her music late 2012, after her phenomenal Kickstarter project. I heard Bed Song and was hooked. That song and The Killing Type hit me deep in the heart and touched my soul. Then I started listening to her older stuff to know more about her history. OMG! Map of Tasmania was on constant loop on my IPod. I had to keep the…
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