But sometimes, just sometimes, someone can give you an answer.

(If you remember the tweet about claiming there was applause for being American after the inauguration, go read the link)

I loved Amanda Palmer’s music, once. I still love it I guess, even if as I’ve gotten older I’ve become unable to listen to Evelyn Evelyn without seeing it from its critics’ side and being repelled. Even if it’s been more than a decade since she’s come out with anything with a melody that grabbed me, I still can’t listen to a Dresden Dolls album or Runs In The Family without thinking – feeling – fuck, yes. That. (And then her name pops up on the Internet, and… fuck, no. Not that.)

I was always jealous of the particular tone she could express on the piano. When I someday get to live with one again, I hope I’ll be able to get closer myself (further from my classical education).