Words and photography: Everett True She is my new God. She understands that at the core we are all lonely, we are all lost and searching for meaning, however fleeting. She is willing to embody that meaning. She knows at heart we are all lost, bewildered children searching for the ultimate heavy metal lick. She […]
Humans, being endlessly bloody-minded, continue to make popular music the setting for a debate about gender and body politics.
Suddenly I realise I’m in a room with people actually comfortable with sexuality and I’m relieved to be around a sexual culture that doesn’t exist just to please men.
I hope at least 34% of the people attending get laid by someone unexpected.
I want to hear Beck songs played by elephants and by wind sculptures and London taxi cabs. Make it so!
Here’s a fact: the current music business paradigm is fucked. Here’s another one: that is not Amanda Palmer’s fault.
No one’s gone after the Olympics for their armies of volunteers.
All this internet press will actually help her, and she’s probably smart enough to know that.
Lightness of being, folk. C’mon. Lightness of being.
You don’t have to work for them. You don’t have to write for them.