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You might have just given me one of my thesis chapters. I need a teen violin player asap but for now, Im going to print this out in some recycled paper to read again and again.
Kisses
if it's research and questions and stuff you can mail me - shani.g16@gmail.com
Thank you for sharing, Amanda.
Beautiful.
<3
xo
And also you revealed why I love half of the EP I wrote/recorded/released and hate the other half.
Music of choice - Half Day Closing by Portishead <3
and yes, the article is incredibly powerful. I'm an animator, and have zero musical ability (no really, trust me) but music relates so much with what i do, that its hard not to feel those words talking to me. or any artist who takes themselves seriously. ive been through similar doubtful times in my work. a great man, Ed Hooks, an acting coach, taught me that not only is what i do important, but that its absolutely necessary for survival. Art in any form is how we pass on the stuff that really matters. morals and emotions arent learned from history books. they're expressed and shared through people, from a bedtime story to an epic play. From nursery rhymes to operas. without it all humanity amounts to is a collection of dates commemorating many questionable actions.
And that picture is lovely :)
<3
Also, love the picture. It's nice to have you back on the Internet, though I know how cleansing a break from it can be.
If you've not seen it, I urge you to take 20 minutes and watch this wonderful video:
http://www.ted.com/index.php/talks/benjamin_zan...
Loved the article.
Hugs for you Amanda.
Take care :)
@chelliemo
Truth to the word and thanks for passing it on.
And it is the most perfect photo... ever.
Song of choice- Have to Drive demo.
Thank you for sharing it with us.
What you say makes sense but is sadly forgotten
Your passion for art shines through always
and your emotion and energy certainly trigger
deep routed primal feelings within us all.
thank you.
I know that when I discovered your music, it cracked something open in my heart that had been sealed shut for a long time. It made me want to change and be more open. Some pieces inside moved. For that I am grateful.
I really needed this.
This has inspired me to keep singing on
'Sing' was a good soundtrack to that, too.
Thank you.
Music is something that we can't touch, but it exists, as dreams.
and we could not live without it, as air.
keep cure us,
Diego
My song of choice: All That Could Have Been by Nine Inch Nails
I believe the article you've posted (i.e. why music matters), is an excellent statement on the value and ability of music, concerning it's basic purity and potentiality, as well as the 'proof in the pudding' universality of the importance to human life.
As a person, music fan, and (especially) as a creative person I agree with Dr. Paulnack's opinion.
In fact, it's been apparent to me, during the course of my own various experiences (as listener/creator/performer/fan) that music, be it either performed live or pre-recorded, is that of a confirmatory experience (on various personal, emotional, and spiritual levels) and an infinitely renewable energy source combined.
I appreciate and encourage your passion to share this article with the world, as I feel that a possible point made by Dr. Paulnack is to illustrate an obvious, yet ironically hidden, fact about music:
It is something that we are all a part of, as it is also a part of us all, just like the earth and our environment, in any case.
Thank you,
Jeffrey Rossetto
This. THIS! This is what art is! the hidden, ineffable connections. The communion! That's what I hunger for every time I step into a theatre. That's what I'm hoping to find when I sit down to a hyped up movie, pop in a favorite CD, from the times I go dancing with friends, to when I head to the art museum(s) what I'm looking for and why I keep going back is that the artist will reach into me and in so doing allow me to reach into him or her and come together, to heal, to see further than either one of us could see alone, to give definition to the things in this life that will not permit themselves vocalization.
(And yay on the un-noted shoutouts to John Williams!)
It has a music of it's own.
I try to express this to others, to share my passion. I see eyes glaze over, and that's ok. They don't have to understand, but I can still share the beauty and wonder of it all with them.
The photograph is one of the most joyous, loving ones I've seen in a long time. It makes my heart sing.
Thank you for sharing all you have in this one entry.
Thank you, thank you, thank you. I'm very happy to see that someone wrote a speech entirely on the 'tech crew' behind music. It makes me fully appreciate what you and other artists pull out of me. I don't know how I would have phrased it (certainly not 'invisible parts') had you not shared it with me.
Posting this on Facebook, for sure.
I remember having a complete breakdown 6 years ago after hearing "Mad World" play on the TV. I was in a bad way, but didn't know how to express it. I went through the daily motions like a zombie. When I heard that song it tore down whatever reservations I had, and the next thing I knew I was screaming.
Not entirely a bad thing, that meltdown - I ended up getting rushed to an ER and being booked into a psychiatric facility the next week. Saved my life.
And that photo would make for a killer album cover.
I cannot thank you enough for sharing this speech with me and the rest of the humanities that swarm the internet like some juicy plague in an infected sore. The speech moved me because it reminded me to take my crafts more seriously because Dr. Paulnack is right, arts and music is SO MUCH MORE than mere tomfoolery. Doesn't mean we have to be absolutely stern and without humor at times in our work, when I'm feeling meaningless and worthless in the fact that I'm a professional artist and musician I will remember you, this fine doctor here, and The Greeks. I never equated my profound love of the universe and the mathmatics behind it quite so well with music as I have after reading this speech.
Also, you know it might just work if you DID use this photo as an album cover? It would throw us all off in a good way if done right! Surely you must feel and see some connection and inspiration between what was said in this speech and the photo posted at the end of your entry...?
Cordially,
Hannah "H.E" Sharp
I am a student of literature and have just spent the past few days trying to write something to justify my receipt of much needed scholarship funds. Last night it coalesced into something about why stories are not a luxury, but a necessity for human survival.
And now I send this to my sister who wants desperately to be both a musician and a surgeon. The same impulse drives both aspirations in her. Thank you for sharing this, now I can share it with her.
The first time I saw you in concert I cried. I guess I was surprised by this. I hadn’t been to a concert in ten years and it wasn’t exactly the whole, lets sit on the lawn and get stoned kind of concert… not that I expected that. I just wasn’t ready to be so filled with emotion. There was a moment during a rather intense piano pounding moment that the crowd opened up (me being rather short, was thankful) and you stared in my direction… The passion of the song, how I related to it and your stare brought me to tears. I wobbly stood, tears streaming down my face, not breathing in fear of loosing that moment that seemed to last longer than comfortable and was left feeling completely raw. Even after that moment I wanted so much to run but was so captivated by the power of the music that I stood my ground. So much surfaced that I was not ready for… and sometimes it still jumbles around inside this cluttered brain and confuses me… but I thank you for that moment.
Yes, you made me cry.
Thank you for this,
J.
...............Kidnap children man. They're bastards!!!! LOL!!! Oohhh k. No more beer.
zLOL- Amanda Palmer - you have to deal with psycho paths! LOL!
People reading this, don't kidnap me.
I don't want Amanda to get arrested.
Remember: ASK before you decide to do something rash.
Movies without music? Hell, one of the most moving experiences I ever had was listening to the soundtrack album for a movie that wasn't even out yet. (Geek.) Music for scenes I hadn't seen. One recurring theme had me sobbing until the very end, when it made its last appearance and my eyes were dry. It was so intense I was afraid to watch the movie in public, but the tears never came back ... whatever needed rearranging was done by the end of the album.
And that picture, yes, lovely.
Maybe if you do decide to get yourself a new phone you should get limited minutes and text....unless you would just go over and pay the difference....then the incentive to use it less is gone, but still, it's an idea. Welcome back.
All my love,
Andrea
You don't really know me, but I burst out in tears while reading this, thanks so much for posting it.
Jacob.
a stranger had recently, randomly given me a boom box out of the kindness of his heart. i went on to tell him that my PC had recently crashed, where i had harbored all my music collections since i had to sell nearly all my CD's over the winter to keep myself fed, had no stereo equipment except on my PC, and that his gift to me was very dear and profound. it so happens i had been working on this oil painting of you, and was so happy that i could at least scrounge through some old compilation cd's for some background music - something i consider very essential to drawing and painting.
upon flipping through my old, tattered cd booklet, i came across a thrashed/burned cd of an orchestra concert i had attended in los angeles four years ago when my life was in upheaval, otherwise very miserable and not tending to my artistic outlets. i thought "what the hell, i haven't heard this in forever" and popped it in, hit play. three pieces in, and putting some of the finishing touches on my painting, it hit me. my soul was taken back to where i had been the night of the orchestra concert. there were things inside me rotting, festering and poisoning me that were released during that certain piece of music. the merging of emotions from then and now, where i had once been deprived of my outlet and then presently finding myself finishing the best painting of my life, was fucking profound. a friend of mine happened to be sitting nearby when this happened, and he started weeping at the fact that the song we were listening to made me weep. intense shit!
well, if that isn't the longest comment i've ever left....
oh, your horseback riding adventure photos are so lovely! i totally get the early 70's album cover vibe from it, kind of like:
http://jessiekrueger.files.wordpress.com/2009/0...
(funny, because this morning i sold a copy of this album to a customer and thought about your horse photos for a brief instant!)
xo.
1) The piece namechecked is actually Samuel Barber's "Adagio for Strings", not Gustav Mahler's. I'd never heard Mahler's Adagio before. I've now heard a gorgeous piece of music I'd never heard before, which makes me extremely happy.
2) I am a composer who, for various personal reasons, had recently lost his enthusiasm for writing music. On reading this article, I remembered precisely what it is I love about creating music: sending people stories and images directly to their hearts and moving them in a profound way that simply isn't possible by any other means. I am now incredibly fired up to go and write music, and change the world (or at least, someone's world) with it.
3) I also feel compelled to redouble my efforts to learn the piano.
My song of the moment: "Paris Through The Window", by Edward Kleban. Go check it out.
I'll be sending her a link to this post. I know it will move her as much as it moves me.
Thank you again for this wonderful post.
Weeping was hard to avoid. Inspiration was easy to gain. I am so happy to be a musician, and I am glad that music choose me to create. I'm glad music chose you too Amanda!
"I believe that if I could just get access to any enemy of hours, a couple of people from that country and us, and then we just get them together and we make music together - it would affect somehow. I know it would. It's hard to get a man to want to kill somebody when you're harmonizing with him."
The photo is definitely amazing.
http://www.fivestarfriday.com/2009/05/five-star...
I feel it's truly beautiful and eloquently sums up the power of music in a way i never could.
www.ancathach.com
Speaking of music, I came across this song by John Wesley Harding. I don't know if you know him (I didn't until I got my daily dose of NPR music in my inbox a few days ago) but the song they link to reminded me a whole helluva lot of your struggle with your label, so I thought I'd pass it along:
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?st...
Then we'll all die tragically in an unlikely volcano accident in Kansas, and the mythology will be set it stone. My heirs for 10 generations will live off the enduring sales of that one album.
Sing.
http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/SiHMEbGwo...
i was wondering if you were planning to put the music to "dear old house..." in any songbook, or if you had it written out and could possibly share it online? i am in a similar situation, as far as the motives for the song go, and i wanted to cover the song for an event, but to do so i would need the tabs/notes for the ukulele part.
love
I also agree that the picture is pretty damn perfect =)
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Until last Thursday night:
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Until last Thursday night:
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OMFGoddess ich kriegn Kind! She's riding! Amanda please merry me!
I ride with you into the Sonnenuntergang. With 2 horses with long silky Mähnen bis zum Boden. With blue Glitterhuflack and hello kitty-skulls on their Hintern. And were singing, singing!! *ggg* *kreisch*
*read the text when get the brain back ^^
Thank you, thank you for sharing that.
100% understood, and agreed.
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It's just so hard to put those emotions to notes. I have to tinker around for a bit, and sometimes I just play so many different notes that I forgot what the original thought, or sound, was, and lose it entirely. Fucking damnit. Eventually, it'll just have to happen. And that kind of scares me. What if I have to be really fucked with to capture those notes perfectly, to memorize them and want to play them for people. What if I have to be really fucked with to hear the painfully beautiful melodies I want to come spilling out of me. I guess everyone's scared of being hurt, in different ways. Life goes on, but pain can just be unbearable sometimes. Scary unbearable.
Art--music--really is essential to survival.
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Beautiful things have always made me cry. I cried, once, in church when I was a kid, because I thought the music was so beautiful. I thought how the choir was singing, their harmonies, was beautiful, maybe even perfect. And I just started weeping. And my mom kind of shook me by the shoulders and asked what was wrong with me. I told her. She kind of rolled her eyes and told me to straighten up. In fact, thinking about it all even now gets me misty, still.
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Thank you for sharing this..
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Peace, JD
My son is newly graduated and accepted to Lamont School of Music. I have struggled so long with what's described here. He is a great student...high SAT's, brilliant in math and me, a scientist, raising this wonderfully artistic child.
This timely piece helped me to see what he was working toward all this time.
Thank you, thank you a million times.
They had shows, commerce, mail from home, etc.
These comparisons in themselves become unspeakable though. We can say Auschwitz 2 was worse than Auschwitz 1 was worse than Stalag Luft IV (a POW camp where American, British and Canadian POWs where held where conditions where initially relatively good but they deteriorated to the level of atrocity, including the infamous "death march" when Germany prepared to retreat from the area). At the same time, the suffering of some in the "better" camps was so great that comparisons can never really get at the truth.
That Messiaen was in relatively good conditions was a prerequisite of his being able to compose and perform at all, but this "relatively good" was not necessarily even as good as International Law demands a POW camp be. It is true also as the piece says that "even from the concentration camps we have poetry, we have music, we have visual art". We also have work created afterwards by survivors, Nussbaum's paintings created when he was in hiding. Half a century later, one thing this still manages to do is to pass by the mind-reeling algebra of comparing horrors to the fact that each of those suffering, no matter how great or lesser it may be in comparison, was a human, housing the creative impulse that is in all of us whether or not we have the particular talents and relative fortune needed to leave a legacy like Messiaen's.
I cried too. And, my goodness, thank you.
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:D:D
thanks for being alive by the way..
I have loved your blog since you referenced the "hack hack hack" Porcupines mating in the back of your throat. I will continue to read your blogs until you start twittering monosyllabic sounds of expression, then I'll maybe check for a new post every other month instead of twice a week. Hurumph.
Love you.
I didn't read the whole thing. I am sorry. it's 2.36 am here in Istanbul and my eyes hurt because I've been working on my graduation project for days now. I cross-read it. I am shameless. and sorry. but this made me feel better. thank you. if you're reading this. thank you. I don't know why but I feel better now. photos tell me that you've been having a good time. it's nice to know that someone, even someone in an entirely different part of this world, is having a great time. it means a lot to me. i wanna have a great time too. yes, I miss having great time. I need to survive this week and the next week. it'll be allright then. good night/good morning, whereever you are and whenever this is.
Cheers,
Buat Duit Dengan Blog
You may not read this since it's been several months since this blog was posted, but I was catching up on your writing and was inspired to comment.
I went to your concert (and Yoga class) in Northampton on Friday. I was having a hard time finding the words when I did get a chance to speak to you, but I thanked you for de-victimizing the world. I think what I meant was an example of just what is written in this article.
Throughout my life, and especially in the past few years, I have struggled with feelings of being a victim. I have believed I could never be whole, and never be right. I've often thought of myself as broken beyond redemption. (This sounds awfully dramatic, but I'm teary from the Adagio and the prose so please excuse me. Incidentally, do you know how hard it is to read white on black with tears in your eyes?) My reason for telling you is that in the past month as I have delved more deeply into your music and history, I've found myself growing whole again, and to greater potential than I thought possible. Oddly enough, the song that has had the most effect is not some great symphony or even an emotional song full of deep lyrics and comfort- the healing song is Oasis. Thank you, thank you, thank you for writing that. Do you have any idea what it's like (you may, actually, I'm not sure) when all that's ever been said is "oh dear, I wish I could help, you poor creature" or "hush, that shouldn't be talked about", and suddenly someone (and someone beautiful and inspiring) shouts "hey, this happens! and it's not the end of the world! and there are other things in life! and more than that, you have permission to laugh about it!"? I don't feel like small events in my past define who I am anymore, and that is so beautiful.
Again, thank you. I owe you a lot. Also, beautiful picture :) You're very lucky to have him.
I'm a film student (and music lover) from Brazil. I too sometimes stop and wonder if films matter at all. And I slowly realized that we, who chose the road of the arts, are bound to face a never-ending wall between us and most people: sensibility.
I think that's what it all comes down to. Believing that, even though it doesn't result in something material, there is great value in going through a poetic inner travel, and explore yourself as a whole universe of meaning.
Most people are just not ready for it, being caught up in this need to label things. But there are those who are willing to live their lives not only to stay alive, but to also allow themselves to relate to whatever it is that doesn't meet the eye.
How nice of you to post this.
Thank you very much.