Some women whisper when they sing about trauma. Some scream. Some use autotune. I’ve been hearing a lot of people ragging on @LilyAllen’s use of autotune on “West End Girl”…. Listen. There’s Lily and there’s Nina Simone…there’s @taylorswift, there’s @thediamandagalas and @phoebebridgers and @yokoono and @alanis and @anidifranco and on and on…there’s as many ways to sing about trauma as there are women who endure it. Whether you like your heartbreak songs with heavy metal guitar drenched in distortion or delivered by ukulele; whether or not you like or dislike autotune isn’t the point. It’s her unique voice and it’s her vehicle out of hell. Listen. From my thoughts on “Women and Volume” / from my acceptance speech at the @sherocksawards as part of this year’s @thenammshow in LA. #amandapalmer #womeninrock #sherocksawards #namm #thedresdendolls #metoo #lilyallen #westendgirl #autotunewars #feminism
This is….insane. To see the President of the United States – the PRESIDENT – doing this, acting like a petty, inhumane, whiny and selfish toddler in the face of a culturally important death like this….is actually, seriously mind-boggling. You cannot make this shit up. It’s madness. Let’s call it what it is. Madness. Rest in actual peace, Michele and Rob Reiner, and thank you for all the beautiful art and joy you brought into gazillions of theaters and homes and hearts. Donald Trump, I honestly don’t know how you sleep at night. This is beyond.
It’s April 16th, the 75th birthday of my dead old best friend and neighbor, Anthony. He died of cancer almost exactly ten years ago and I still miss him every single day; even more so after moving back into my parents’ house and being so close to his ghost house. This morning I went on a memorial walk though town with some of our old gang. Then I came home and Brendon and I filmed a mini-memorial house concert for my patrons, nothing crazy. Just some stories, pertinent songs (“Machete” and “I Will Follow You Into The Dark”), a stick, some ashes, a little reading from by book, “The Art of Asking” and, you know…life, live. I forgot to wear waterproof mascara so my eyelashes bled. A reminder that grieving anything is grieving everything. Don’t even get me started about the news of the world today. My heart is shattered for my trans friends. I am holding fast to the principles Anthony – himself a mangle of contradictions – pointed me towards. Compassion for and acceptance of all beings. All means all. Mini concert go out to the patrons when it’s ready as an embed (hopefully in the next few days). It’s nice, I must say, having switched the patreon to monthly…and just making music and posts in a more human and free-floating way, like the old blog days when nothing was monetizes and everything felt equally playful and emotional and urgent. The link to join the patreon is here: Patreon.com/amandapalmer … and I want to thank all the new people who’ve recently followed/joined as paying or non-paying members. It’s never not a weird time to join, so welcome to my content about my dead friend, hooray. Hang in there all.
It’s April 16th, the 75th birthday of my dead old best friend and neighbor, Anthony. He died of cancer almost exactly ten years ago and I still miss him every single day; even more so after moving back into my parents’ house and being so close to his ghost house. This morning I went on a memorial walk though town with some of our old gang. Then I came home and Brendon and I filmed a mini-memorial house concert for my patrons, nothing crazy. Just some stories, pertinent songs (“Machete” and “I Will Follow You Into The Dark”), a stick, some ashes, a little reading from by book, “The Art of Asking” and, you know…life, live. I forgot to wear waterproof mascara so my eyelashes bled. A reminder that grieving anything is grieving everything. Don’t even get me started about the news of the world today. My heart is shattered for my trans friends. I am holding fast to the principles Anthony – himself a mangle of contradictions – pointed me towards. Compassion for and acceptance of all beings. All means all. Mini concert go out to the patrons when it’s ready as an embed (hopefully in the next few days). It’s nice, I must say, having switched the patreon to monthly…and just making music and posts in a more human and free-floating way, like the old blog days when nothing was monetizes and everything felt equally playful and emotional and urgent. The link to join the patreon is here: Patreon.com/amandapalmer … and I want to thank all the new people who’ve recently followed/joined as paying or non-paying members. It’s never not a weird time to join, so welcome to my content about my dead friend, hooray. Hang in there all.
It’s April 16th, the 75th birthday of my dead old best friend and neighbor, Anthony. He died of cancer almost exactly ten years ago and I still miss him every single day; even more so after moving back into my parents’ house and being so close to his ghost house. This morning I went on a memorial walk though town with some of our old gang. Then I came home and Brendon and I filmed a mini-memorial house concert for my patrons, nothing crazy. Just some stories, pertinent songs (“Machete” and “I Will Follow You Into The Dark”), a stick, some ashes, a little reading from by book, “The Art of Asking” and, you know…life, live. I forgot to wear waterproof mascara so my eyelashes bled. A reminder that grieving anything is grieving everything. Don’t even get me started about the news of the world today. My heart is shattered for my trans friends. I am holding fast to the principles Anthony – himself a mangle of contradictions – pointed me towards. Compassion for and acceptance of all beings. All means all. Mini concert go out to the patrons when it’s ready as an embed (hopefully in the next few days). It’s nice, I must say, having switched the patreon to monthly…and just making music and posts in a more human and free-floating way, like the old blog days when nothing was monetizes and everything felt equally playful and emotional and urgent. The link to join the patreon is here: Patreon.com/amandapalmer … and I want to thank all the new people who’ve recently followed/joined as paying or non-paying members. It’s never not a weird time to join, so welcome to my content about my dead friend, hooray. Hang in there all.
It’s April 16th, the 75th birthday of my dead old best friend and neighbor, Anthony. He died of cancer almost exactly ten years ago and I still miss him every single day; even more so after moving back into my parents’ house and being so close to his ghost house. This morning I went on a memorial walk though town with some of our old gang. Then I came home and Brendon and I filmed a mini-memorial house concert for my patrons, nothing crazy. Just some stories, pertinent songs (“Machete” and “I Will Follow You Into The Dark”), a stick, some ashes, a little reading from by book, “The Art of Asking” and, you know…life, live. I forgot to wear waterproof mascara so my eyelashes bled. A reminder that grieving anything is grieving everything. Don’t even get me started about the news of the world today. My heart is shattered for my trans friends. I am holding fast to the principles Anthony – himself a mangle of contradictions – pointed me towards. Compassion for and acceptance of all beings. All means all. Mini concert go out to the patrons when it’s ready as an embed (hopefully in the next few days). It’s nice, I must say, having switched the patreon to monthly…and just making music and posts in a more human and free-floating way, like the old blog days when nothing was monetizes and everything felt equally playful and emotional and urgent. The link to join the patreon is here: Patreon.com/amandapalmer … and I want to thank all the new people who’ve recently followed/joined as paying or non-paying members. It’s never not a weird time to join, so welcome to my content about my dead friend, hooray. Hang in there all.
It’s April 16th, the 75th birthday of my dead old best friend and neighbor, Anthony. He died of cancer almost exactly ten years ago and I still miss him every single day; even more so after moving back into my parents’ house and being so close to his ghost house. This morning I went on a memorial walk though town with some of our old gang. Then I came home and Brendon and I filmed a mini-memorial house concert for my patrons, nothing crazy. Just some stories, pertinent songs (“Machete” and “I Will Follow You Into The Dark”), a stick, some ashes, a little reading from by book, “The Art of Asking” and, you know…life, live. I forgot to wear waterproof mascara so my eyelashes bled. A reminder that grieving anything is grieving everything. Don’t even get me started about the news of the world today. My heart is shattered for my trans friends. I am holding fast to the principles Anthony – himself a mangle of contradictions – pointed me towards. Compassion for and acceptance of all beings. All means all. Mini concert go out to the patrons when it’s ready as an embed (hopefully in the next few days). It’s nice, I must say, having switched the patreon to monthly…and just making music and posts in a more human and free-floating way, like the old blog days when nothing was monetizes and everything felt equally playful and emotional and urgent. The link to join the patreon is here: Patreon.com/amandapalmer … and I want to thank all the new people who’ve recently followed/joined as paying or non-paying members. It’s never not a weird time to join, so welcome to my content about my dead friend, hooray. Hang in there all.
It’s April 16th, the 75th birthday of my dead old best friend and neighbor, Anthony. He died of cancer almost exactly ten years ago and I still miss him every single day; even more so after moving back into my parents’ house and being so close to his ghost house. This morning I went on a memorial walk though town with some of our old gang. Then I came home and Brendon and I filmed a mini-memorial house concert for my patrons, nothing crazy. Just some stories, pertinent songs (“Machete” and “I Will Follow You Into The Dark”), a stick, some ashes, a little reading from by book, “The Art of Asking” and, you know…life, live. I forgot to wear waterproof mascara so my eyelashes bled. A reminder that grieving anything is grieving everything. Don’t even get me started about the news of the world today. My heart is shattered for my trans friends. I am holding fast to the principles Anthony – himself a mangle of contradictions – pointed me towards. Compassion for and acceptance of all beings. All means all. Mini concert go out to the patrons when it’s ready as an embed (hopefully in the next few days). It’s nice, I must say, having switched the patreon to monthly…and just making music and posts in a more human and free-floating way, like the old blog days when nothing was monetizes and everything felt equally playful and emotional and urgent. The link to join the patreon is here: Patreon.com/amandapalmer … and I want to thank all the new people who’ve recently followed/joined as paying or non-paying members. It’s never not a weird time to join, so welcome to my content about my dead friend, hooray. Hang in there all.
Happy first night of Chanukah. Ash lit the candles. I made a post earlier today about the shooting in Sydney. The comments that I got about sending love to the community in Australia without specifying the Jewish community spoke volumes. It still amazes me that I – that we? – stumble so hard every day to get this right. I said to my friend Sabrina on the ride home today; there are seventeen layers of wrong to every right. And there is no right. And there is no wrong. There are all these humans and all this suffering and at the end of the day all I can relate is the answer I gave to Ash to hint at the dinner table when he asked me “What’s the Meaning of Existence?” And I said “Tp try to find a way to love everybody more than hate everybody.”
Happy first night of Chanukah. Ash lit the candles. I made a post earlier today about the shooting in Sydney. The comments that I got about sending love to the community in Australia without specifying the Jewish community spoke volumes. It still amazes me that I – that we? – stumble so hard every day to get this right. I said to my friend Sabrina on the ride home today; there are seventeen layers of wrong to every right. And there is no right. And there is no wrong. There are all these humans and all this suffering and at the end of the day all I can relate is the answer I gave to Ash to hint at the dinner table when he asked me “What’s the Meaning of Existence?” And I said “Tp try to find a way to love everybody more than hate everybody.”
What. An. Honor. And my heart is filled with hometown pride. I just got to meet and shoot the incredible Ken Burns / @kenlburns, National Treasure and documentary-maker, as part of the goings-on here in Lexington as the 250th anniversary of the revolution. The celebrations draw nigh (April 19th is the day: this Saturday). So do the protests and the explosions of expression. My fierce little hometown is dealing with rumors of Trump showing up (untrue, as far as I’ve heard), the Proud Boys showing up (untrue, as far as I’ve heard), but WHO CARES?!? We got KEN BURNS!!! He showed us clips from his new (stunning) @pbs documentary about the American Revolution, did some interviews with the Lexington and local press, and took questions from one of the 8th grade history teachers (🥹). I also got stopped in the hallway by my own senator for a selfie (hi @senatormikebarrett!) and got to run into my fave Lexington rogue ingenue Sabrina Bhattacharjya (aka @lexington250), who will probably be president or something someday. Watch out. Ken was joined by his co-filmmaker @sarahbotstein) and historian Rick Atkinson and all were the epitome of class. The doc – and surprise! some of the soundtrack was by my friend @zoecello! – reduced me to blurry tears several times. The resonance between that moment in 1775 and now…I can’t even. Confusion. Tyranny. Gaslighting empires falling. Families torn apart. Sound familiar? WE GOT THIS, AMERICA. It’s time to snap to. And also? Ken spoke about the dangers in romanticizing all this. We cannot. It was stolen land to begin with. Now what? I’ll be up at 4am with tons of pals and neighborhood kids to see the Lexington reenactment on Saturday, is anyone going?? I’ll leave you with this quote from Thomas Paine, quoted in the documentary: “The strength and power of despotism consists wholly in the fear of resistance.” Remember!! Be like the Minutemen. If they want to crush you and silence you…and it’s working? THINK LONG GAME!! Find your friends. Retreat, reload, and get ready to fight back. Stand your ground. Stand your ground. Stand your ground. The arc of the universe is long and bends towards justice. ♥️💥🤍💥💙💥🌈💥🫡
What. An. Honor. And my heart is filled with hometown pride. I just got to meet and shoot the incredible Ken Burns / @kenlburns, National Treasure and documentary-maker, as part of the goings-on here in Lexington as the 250th anniversary of the revolution. The celebrations draw nigh (April 19th is the day: this Saturday). So do the protests and the explosions of expression. My fierce little hometown is dealing with rumors of Trump showing up (untrue, as far as I’ve heard), the Proud Boys showing up (untrue, as far as I’ve heard), but WHO CARES?!? We got KEN BURNS!!! He showed us clips from his new (stunning) @pbs documentary about the American Revolution, did some interviews with the Lexington and local press, and took questions from one of the 8th grade history teachers (🥹). I also got stopped in the hallway by my own senator for a selfie (hi @senatormikebarrett!) and got to run into my fave Lexington rogue ingenue Sabrina Bhattacharjya (aka @lexington250), who will probably be president or something someday. Watch out. Ken was joined by his co-filmmaker @sarahbotstein) and historian Rick Atkinson and all were the epitome of class. The doc – and surprise! some of the soundtrack was by my friend @zoecello! – reduced me to blurry tears several times. The resonance between that moment in 1775 and now…I can’t even. Confusion. Tyranny. Gaslighting empires falling. Families torn apart. Sound familiar? WE GOT THIS, AMERICA. It’s time to snap to. And also? Ken spoke about the dangers in romanticizing all this. We cannot. It was stolen land to begin with. Now what? I’ll be up at 4am with tons of pals and neighborhood kids to see the Lexington reenactment on Saturday, is anyone going?? I’ll leave you with this quote from Thomas Paine, quoted in the documentary: “The strength and power of despotism consists wholly in the fear of resistance.” Remember!! Be like the Minutemen. If they want to crush you and silence you…and it’s working? THINK LONG GAME!! Find your friends. Retreat, reload, and get ready to fight back. Stand your ground. Stand your ground. Stand your ground. The arc of the universe is long and bends towards justice. ♥️💥🤍💥💙💥🌈💥🫡
What. An. Honor. And my heart is filled with hometown pride. I just got to meet and shoot the incredible Ken Burns / @kenlburns, National Treasure and documentary-maker, as part of the goings-on here in Lexington as the 250th anniversary of the revolution. The celebrations draw nigh (April 19th is the day: this Saturday). So do the protests and the explosions of expression. My fierce little hometown is dealing with rumors of Trump showing up (untrue, as far as I’ve heard), the Proud Boys showing up (untrue, as far as I’ve heard), but WHO CARES?!? We got KEN BURNS!!! He showed us clips from his new (stunning) @pbs documentary about the American Revolution, did some interviews with the Lexington and local press, and took questions from one of the 8th grade history teachers (🥹). I also got stopped in the hallway by my own senator for a selfie (hi @senatormikebarrett!) and got to run into my fave Lexington rogue ingenue Sabrina Bhattacharjya (aka @lexington250), who will probably be president or something someday. Watch out. Ken was joined by his co-filmmaker @sarahbotstein) and historian Rick Atkinson and all were the epitome of class. The doc – and surprise! some of the soundtrack was by my friend @zoecello! – reduced me to blurry tears several times. The resonance between that moment in 1775 and now…I can’t even. Confusion. Tyranny. Gaslighting empires falling. Families torn apart. Sound familiar? WE GOT THIS, AMERICA. It’s time to snap to. And also? Ken spoke about the dangers in romanticizing all this. We cannot. It was stolen land to begin with. Now what? I’ll be up at 4am with tons of pals and neighborhood kids to see the Lexington reenactment on Saturday, is anyone going?? I’ll leave you with this quote from Thomas Paine, quoted in the documentary: “The strength and power of despotism consists wholly in the fear of resistance.” Remember!! Be like the Minutemen. If they want to crush you and silence you…and it’s working? THINK LONG GAME!! Find your friends. Retreat, reload, and get ready to fight back. Stand your ground. Stand your ground. Stand your ground. The arc of the universe is long and bends towards justice. ♥️💥🤍💥💙💥🌈💥🫡
What. An. Honor. And my heart is filled with hometown pride. I just got to meet and shoot the incredible Ken Burns / @kenlburns, National Treasure and documentary-maker, as part of the goings-on here in Lexington as the 250th anniversary of the revolution. The celebrations draw nigh (April 19th is the day: this Saturday). So do the protests and the explosions of expression. My fierce little hometown is dealing with rumors of Trump showing up (untrue, as far as I’ve heard), the Proud Boys showing up (untrue, as far as I’ve heard), but WHO CARES?!? We got KEN BURNS!!! He showed us clips from his new (stunning) @pbs documentary about the American Revolution, did some interviews with the Lexington and local press, and took questions from one of the 8th grade history teachers (🥹). I also got stopped in the hallway by my own senator for a selfie (hi @senatormikebarrett!) and got to run into my fave Lexington rogue ingenue Sabrina Bhattacharjya (aka @lexington250), who will probably be president or something someday. Watch out. Ken was joined by his co-filmmaker @sarahbotstein) and historian Rick Atkinson and all were the epitome of class. The doc – and surprise! some of the soundtrack was by my friend @zoecello! – reduced me to blurry tears several times. The resonance between that moment in 1775 and now…I can’t even. Confusion. Tyranny. Gaslighting empires falling. Families torn apart. Sound familiar? WE GOT THIS, AMERICA. It’s time to snap to. And also? Ken spoke about the dangers in romanticizing all this. We cannot. It was stolen land to begin with. Now what? I’ll be up at 4am with tons of pals and neighborhood kids to see the Lexington reenactment on Saturday, is anyone going?? I’ll leave you with this quote from Thomas Paine, quoted in the documentary: “The strength and power of despotism consists wholly in the fear of resistance.” Remember!! Be like the Minutemen. If they want to crush you and silence you…and it’s working? THINK LONG GAME!! Find your friends. Retreat, reload, and get ready to fight back. Stand your ground. Stand your ground. Stand your ground. The arc of the universe is long and bends towards justice. ♥️💥🤍💥💙💥🌈💥🫡
What. An. Honor. And my heart is filled with hometown pride. I just got to meet and shoot the incredible Ken Burns / @kenlburns, National Treasure and documentary-maker, as part of the goings-on here in Lexington as the 250th anniversary of the revolution. The celebrations draw nigh (April 19th is the day: this Saturday). So do the protests and the explosions of expression. My fierce little hometown is dealing with rumors of Trump showing up (untrue, as far as I’ve heard), the Proud Boys showing up (untrue, as far as I’ve heard), but WHO CARES?!? We got KEN BURNS!!! He showed us clips from his new (stunning) @pbs documentary about the American Revolution, did some interviews with the Lexington and local press, and took questions from one of the 8th grade history teachers (🥹). I also got stopped in the hallway by my own senator for a selfie (hi @senatormikebarrett!) and got to run into my fave Lexington rogue ingenue Sabrina Bhattacharjya (aka @lexington250), who will probably be president or something someday. Watch out. Ken was joined by his co-filmmaker @sarahbotstein) and historian Rick Atkinson and all were the epitome of class. The doc – and surprise! some of the soundtrack was by my friend @zoecello! – reduced me to blurry tears several times. The resonance between that moment in 1775 and now…I can’t even. Confusion. Tyranny. Gaslighting empires falling. Families torn apart. Sound familiar? WE GOT THIS, AMERICA. It’s time to snap to. And also? Ken spoke about the dangers in romanticizing all this. We cannot. It was stolen land to begin with. Now what? I’ll be up at 4am with tons of pals and neighborhood kids to see the Lexington reenactment on Saturday, is anyone going?? I’ll leave you with this quote from Thomas Paine, quoted in the documentary: “The strength and power of despotism consists wholly in the fear of resistance.” Remember!! Be like the Minutemen. If they want to crush you and silence you…and it’s working? THINK LONG GAME!! Find your friends. Retreat, reload, and get ready to fight back. Stand your ground. Stand your ground. Stand your ground. The arc of the universe is long and bends towards justice. ♥️💥🤍💥💙💥🌈💥🫡
What. An. Honor. And my heart is filled with hometown pride. I just got to meet and shoot the incredible Ken Burns / @kenlburns, National Treasure and documentary-maker, as part of the goings-on here in Lexington as the 250th anniversary of the revolution. The celebrations draw nigh (April 19th is the day: this Saturday). So do the protests and the explosions of expression. My fierce little hometown is dealing with rumors of Trump showing up (untrue, as far as I’ve heard), the Proud Boys showing up (untrue, as far as I’ve heard), but WHO CARES?!? We got KEN BURNS!!! He showed us clips from his new (stunning) @pbs documentary about the American Revolution, did some interviews with the Lexington and local press, and took questions from one of the 8th grade history teachers (🥹). I also got stopped in the hallway by my own senator for a selfie (hi @senatormikebarrett!) and got to run into my fave Lexington rogue ingenue Sabrina Bhattacharjya (aka @lexington250), who will probably be president or something someday. Watch out. Ken was joined by his co-filmmaker @sarahbotstein) and historian Rick Atkinson and all were the epitome of class. The doc – and surprise! some of the soundtrack was by my friend @zoecello! – reduced me to blurry tears several times. The resonance between that moment in 1775 and now…I can’t even. Confusion. Tyranny. Gaslighting empires falling. Families torn apart. Sound familiar? WE GOT THIS, AMERICA. It’s time to snap to. And also? Ken spoke about the dangers in romanticizing all this. We cannot. It was stolen land to begin with. Now what? I’ll be up at 4am with tons of pals and neighborhood kids to see the Lexington reenactment on Saturday, is anyone going?? I’ll leave you with this quote from Thomas Paine, quoted in the documentary: “The strength and power of despotism consists wholly in the fear of resistance.” Remember!! Be like the Minutemen. If they want to crush you and silence you…and it’s working? THINK LONG GAME!! Find your friends. Retreat, reload, and get ready to fight back. Stand your ground. Stand your ground. Stand your ground. The arc of the universe is long and bends towards justice. ♥️💥🤍💥💙💥🌈💥🫡
What. An. Honor. And my heart is filled with hometown pride. I just got to meet and shoot the incredible Ken Burns / @kenlburns, National Treasure and documentary-maker, as part of the goings-on here in Lexington as the 250th anniversary of the revolution. The celebrations draw nigh (April 19th is the day: this Saturday). So do the protests and the explosions of expression. My fierce little hometown is dealing with rumors of Trump showing up (untrue, as far as I’ve heard), the Proud Boys showing up (untrue, as far as I’ve heard), but WHO CARES?!? We got KEN BURNS!!! He showed us clips from his new (stunning) @pbs documentary about the American Revolution, did some interviews with the Lexington and local press, and took questions from one of the 8th grade history teachers (🥹). I also got stopped in the hallway by my own senator for a selfie (hi @senatormikebarrett!) and got to run into my fave Lexington rogue ingenue Sabrina Bhattacharjya (aka @lexington250), who will probably be president or something someday. Watch out. Ken was joined by his co-filmmaker @sarahbotstein) and historian Rick Atkinson and all were the epitome of class. The doc – and surprise! some of the soundtrack was by my friend @zoecello! – reduced me to blurry tears several times. The resonance between that moment in 1775 and now…I can’t even. Confusion. Tyranny. Gaslighting empires falling. Families torn apart. Sound familiar? WE GOT THIS, AMERICA. It’s time to snap to. And also? Ken spoke about the dangers in romanticizing all this. We cannot. It was stolen land to begin with. Now what? I’ll be up at 4am with tons of pals and neighborhood kids to see the Lexington reenactment on Saturday, is anyone going?? I’ll leave you with this quote from Thomas Paine, quoted in the documentary: “The strength and power of despotism consists wholly in the fear of resistance.” Remember!! Be like the Minutemen. If they want to crush you and silence you…and it’s working? THINK LONG GAME!! Find your friends. Retreat, reload, and get ready to fight back. Stand your ground. Stand your ground. Stand your ground. The arc of the universe is long and bends towards justice. ♥️💥🤍💥💙💥🌈💥🫡
What. An. Honor. And my heart is filled with hometown pride. I just got to meet and shoot the incredible Ken Burns / @kenlburns, National Treasure and documentary-maker, as part of the goings-on here in Lexington as the 250th anniversary of the revolution. The celebrations draw nigh (April 19th is the day: this Saturday). So do the protests and the explosions of expression. My fierce little hometown is dealing with rumors of Trump showing up (untrue, as far as I’ve heard), the Proud Boys showing up (untrue, as far as I’ve heard), but WHO CARES?!? We got KEN BURNS!!! He showed us clips from his new (stunning) @pbs documentary about the American Revolution, did some interviews with the Lexington and local press, and took questions from one of the 8th grade history teachers (🥹). I also got stopped in the hallway by my own senator for a selfie (hi @senatormikebarrett!) and got to run into my fave Lexington rogue ingenue Sabrina Bhattacharjya (aka @lexington250), who will probably be president or something someday. Watch out. Ken was joined by his co-filmmaker @sarahbotstein) and historian Rick Atkinson and all were the epitome of class. The doc – and surprise! some of the soundtrack was by my friend @zoecello! – reduced me to blurry tears several times. The resonance between that moment in 1775 and now…I can’t even. Confusion. Tyranny. Gaslighting empires falling. Families torn apart. Sound familiar? WE GOT THIS, AMERICA. It’s time to snap to. And also? Ken spoke about the dangers in romanticizing all this. We cannot. It was stolen land to begin with. Now what? I’ll be up at 4am with tons of pals and neighborhood kids to see the Lexington reenactment on Saturday, is anyone going?? I’ll leave you with this quote from Thomas Paine, quoted in the documentary: “The strength and power of despotism consists wholly in the fear of resistance.” Remember!! Be like the Minutemen. If they want to crush you and silence you…and it’s working? THINK LONG GAME!! Find your friends. Retreat, reload, and get ready to fight back. Stand your ground. Stand your ground. Stand your ground. The arc of the universe is long and bends towards justice. ♥️💥🤍💥💙💥🌈💥🫡
What. An. Honor. And my heart is filled with hometown pride. I just got to meet and shoot the incredible Ken Burns / @kenlburns, National Treasure and documentary-maker, as part of the goings-on here in Lexington as the 250th anniversary of the revolution. The celebrations draw nigh (April 19th is the day: this Saturday). So do the protests and the explosions of expression. My fierce little hometown is dealing with rumors of Trump showing up (untrue, as far as I’ve heard), the Proud Boys showing up (untrue, as far as I’ve heard), but WHO CARES?!? We got KEN BURNS!!! He showed us clips from his new (stunning) @pbs documentary about the American Revolution, did some interviews with the Lexington and local press, and took questions from one of the 8th grade history teachers (🥹). I also got stopped in the hallway by my own senator for a selfie (hi @senatormikebarrett!) and got to run into my fave Lexington rogue ingenue Sabrina Bhattacharjya (aka @lexington250), who will probably be president or something someday. Watch out. Ken was joined by his co-filmmaker @sarahbotstein) and historian Rick Atkinson and all were the epitome of class. The doc – and surprise! some of the soundtrack was by my friend @zoecello! – reduced me to blurry tears several times. The resonance between that moment in 1775 and now…I can’t even. Confusion. Tyranny. Gaslighting empires falling. Families torn apart. Sound familiar? WE GOT THIS, AMERICA. It’s time to snap to. And also? Ken spoke about the dangers in romanticizing all this. We cannot. It was stolen land to begin with. Now what? I’ll be up at 4am with tons of pals and neighborhood kids to see the Lexington reenactment on Saturday, is anyone going?? I’ll leave you with this quote from Thomas Paine, quoted in the documentary: “The strength and power of despotism consists wholly in the fear of resistance.” Remember!! Be like the Minutemen. If they want to crush you and silence you…and it’s working? THINK LONG GAME!! Find your friends. Retreat, reload, and get ready to fight back. Stand your ground. Stand your ground. Stand your ground. The arc of the universe is long and bends towards justice. ♥️💥🤍💥💙💥🌈💥🫡
Spring in New York City, ahhhhhh. Random cloth objects hang in the trees. The new tower, the old towers. The new flowers against the old buildings, the sounds of the new cars crashing and the old wedding bells ringing. I was born here, city of love and hate and mess and order and hope and despair and immigrants and magicians and self-starters and gamblers and lawyers and madmen and Broadway singers and chaos and queers and writers and thinkers and art art art and reminders around every corner that there is always another facet, another side, another angle, another mixture of colors that someone’s never tried together in one painting. Some of my best friends live here and I’m getting to merge with them for a moment. I wrote about a dinner party for the readers on my Patreon, and I brought their thoughts with me. The collective is thinking. This season always brings shuffle-head and restarting-energy anyway, and this season is especially weird. I have a ton of hope and fizz in my heart right now despite so much despair and whirling in the country and right in my yard…the news is fritzing, the people are slowly thinking about revolting, the things that aren’t working are being laid bare, the system is churning and someone, someone, someone in New York City hung a giant blanket in a tree for reasons I cannot tease out. It’s shaped like an M. For Maybe? ……. I’m writing near-daily and recording voicerambles again for the patreon and working on new material to play at the Boston (May 10) and NYC (May 17) shows coming up. These songs are coming out fully-formed, like Athena springing out of Zeus’ head. Sending so much hope to all of you. Nobody I know isn’t freaking out about something at the moment. Wherever you are and whatever is happening: I am sending my love. A reminder to hold fast in who you are. Hold steady there. It’s just a ride. ♥️💥🎡 Here’s the Patreon post. I’m loving writing so much again; getting the muscles in shape for book-writing. https://www.patreon.com/posts/126707821?utm_campaign=postshare_creator
Spring in New York City, ahhhhhh. Random cloth objects hang in the trees. The new tower, the old towers. The new flowers against the old buildings, the sounds of the new cars crashing and the old wedding bells ringing. I was born here, city of love and hate and mess and order and hope and despair and immigrants and magicians and self-starters and gamblers and lawyers and madmen and Broadway singers and chaos and queers and writers and thinkers and art art art and reminders around every corner that there is always another facet, another side, another angle, another mixture of colors that someone’s never tried together in one painting. Some of my best friends live here and I’m getting to merge with them for a moment. I wrote about a dinner party for the readers on my Patreon, and I brought their thoughts with me. The collective is thinking. This season always brings shuffle-head and restarting-energy anyway, and this season is especially weird. I have a ton of hope and fizz in my heart right now despite so much despair and whirling in the country and right in my yard…the news is fritzing, the people are slowly thinking about revolting, the things that aren’t working are being laid bare, the system is churning and someone, someone, someone in New York City hung a giant blanket in a tree for reasons I cannot tease out. It’s shaped like an M. For Maybe? ……. I’m writing near-daily and recording voicerambles again for the patreon and working on new material to play at the Boston (May 10) and NYC (May 17) shows coming up. These songs are coming out fully-formed, like Athena springing out of Zeus’ head. Sending so much hope to all of you. Nobody I know isn’t freaking out about something at the moment. Wherever you are and whatever is happening: I am sending my love. A reminder to hold fast in who you are. Hold steady there. It’s just a ride. ♥️💥🎡 Here’s the Patreon post. I’m loving writing so much again; getting the muscles in shape for book-writing. https://www.patreon.com/posts/126707821?utm_campaign=postshare_creator
Spring in New York City, ahhhhhh. Random cloth objects hang in the trees. The new tower, the old towers. The new flowers against the old buildings, the sounds of the new cars crashing and the old wedding bells ringing. I was born here, city of love and hate and mess and order and hope and despair and immigrants and magicians and self-starters and gamblers and lawyers and madmen and Broadway singers and chaos and queers and writers and thinkers and art art art and reminders around every corner that there is always another facet, another side, another angle, another mixture of colors that someone’s never tried together in one painting. Some of my best friends live here and I’m getting to merge with them for a moment. I wrote about a dinner party for the readers on my Patreon, and I brought their thoughts with me. The collective is thinking. This season always brings shuffle-head and restarting-energy anyway, and this season is especially weird. I have a ton of hope and fizz in my heart right now despite so much despair and whirling in the country and right in my yard…the news is fritzing, the people are slowly thinking about revolting, the things that aren’t working are being laid bare, the system is churning and someone, someone, someone in New York City hung a giant blanket in a tree for reasons I cannot tease out. It’s shaped like an M. For Maybe? ……. I’m writing near-daily and recording voicerambles again for the patreon and working on new material to play at the Boston (May 10) and NYC (May 17) shows coming up. These songs are coming out fully-formed, like Athena springing out of Zeus’ head. Sending so much hope to all of you. Nobody I know isn’t freaking out about something at the moment. Wherever you are and whatever is happening: I am sending my love. A reminder to hold fast in who you are. Hold steady there. It’s just a ride. ♥️💥🎡 Here’s the Patreon post. I’m loving writing so much again; getting the muscles in shape for book-writing. https://www.patreon.com/posts/126707821?utm_campaign=postshare_creator
Spring in New York City, ahhhhhh. Random cloth objects hang in the trees. The new tower, the old towers. The new flowers against the old buildings, the sounds of the new cars crashing and the old wedding bells ringing. I was born here, city of love and hate and mess and order and hope and despair and immigrants and magicians and self-starters and gamblers and lawyers and madmen and Broadway singers and chaos and queers and writers and thinkers and art art art and reminders around every corner that there is always another facet, another side, another angle, another mixture of colors that someone’s never tried together in one painting. Some of my best friends live here and I’m getting to merge with them for a moment. I wrote about a dinner party for the readers on my Patreon, and I brought their thoughts with me. The collective is thinking. This season always brings shuffle-head and restarting-energy anyway, and this season is especially weird. I have a ton of hope and fizz in my heart right now despite so much despair and whirling in the country and right in my yard…the news is fritzing, the people are slowly thinking about revolting, the things that aren’t working are being laid bare, the system is churning and someone, someone, someone in New York City hung a giant blanket in a tree for reasons I cannot tease out. It’s shaped like an M. For Maybe? ……. I’m writing near-daily and recording voicerambles again for the patreon and working on new material to play at the Boston (May 10) and NYC (May 17) shows coming up. These songs are coming out fully-formed, like Athena springing out of Zeus’ head. Sending so much hope to all of you. Nobody I know isn’t freaking out about something at the moment. Wherever you are and whatever is happening: I am sending my love. A reminder to hold fast in who you are. Hold steady there. It’s just a ride. ♥️💥🎡 Here’s the Patreon post. I’m loving writing so much again; getting the muscles in shape for book-writing. https://www.patreon.com/posts/126707821?utm_campaign=postshare_creator
SOMEDAY, I’m going to get an minuteman/militia outfit like this and look as cool as @francinefoto. Someday. We are all getting HYPED here for @lexington250, the 250th birthday of the shot that kicked off the revolution in my little hometown. Francine is one of my old high school pals and she’s ON IT LIKE A BONNET and doesn’t have to wear a bonnet because gender is a construct. It’s gonna be an early morning to see the re-enactment: up at 3:45am, people. There are signs all over town saying “NO TYRRANY, NO KING” and I cannot imagine what they are talking about. Photo by Sabrina / @lexington250 #lexington250 #lexingtonmassacre #theshotthatwasheardaroundtheworld #lexingtonandconcord #revolution #revolutionarywar #americanhistory #lexingtonma
