{"id":8202,"date":"2011-10-31T00:53:18","date_gmt":"2011-10-31T08:53:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.godammit.com\/?p=8202"},"modified":"2011-10-31T13:37:25","modified_gmt":"2011-10-31T21:37:25","slug":"amanda-palmer-and-my-nose","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/godammit.com\/amanda-palmer-and-my-nose\/","title":{"rendered":"Amanda Palmer and My Nose"},"content":{"rendered":"

Last night I went to see Amanda Palmer<\/a><\/strong>, aware that I might feel emotional, since Max loved Amanda and introduced me to The Dresden Dolls in the fist place.<\/p>\n

I couldn’t get as close to the stage as I’d hoped, but we managed to find a pretty good place to stand. Before the opening act started, a girl directly in front of me felt compelled to dance \u00a0theatrically \u00a0to the piped in music. I turned to my companion and said: “This is a test from god. He put her in front of me to see if I can take it.” I added that all I really wanted was to not get my nose broken by her flailing elbows.<\/p>\n

We managed to move closer to the stage and away from the dancing girl. In a break between the two supporting acts, I got something in my eye and asked a big friendly girl to hold my drink for a minute. She was adorable, like an enormous puppy but I can’t remember her name. She works at Trader Joe. I felt happy about our \u00a0camaraderie \u00a0and excited about seeing Amanda.<\/p>\n

Suddenly, I experienced the shock of being whacked in the face by a plastic bottle that some fucker had thrown in my direction. The people next to me had seen it coming and I turned to see them cringing in horror. I felt my nose to see if it was still there. I wanted to cry but decided not to. You can’t believe the force of a flying plastic bottle! When I got home, I saw that there was a small bloody cut on the bridge of my nose. (see above)<\/p>\n

Why did I have a premonition about my nose? Did I manifest a blow to the nose by Putting Out a negative thought? Does everyone get hit in the nose if they go to enough concerts?<\/p>\n

Amanda was terrific, as always. Her embodiment of both male and female energy is so mesmerizing, and luckily, marriage has done nothing to tame her.<\/p>\n

One of Amanda’s rituals is to answer personal questions from fans, selecting them randomly from a basket. She started reading one that didn’t make sense. It was just a name, like Quinn Something. She \u00a0threw \u00a0it aside, but someone in the audience yelled that Quinn was asking for a middle name. She said “Oh, sorry, I guess I didn’t read the whole thing.” Then she paused for a moment and shouted: “MAX!”<\/p>\n

Suddenly everything became surreal. I expected Max to appear, summoned by Amanda Palmer. My jaw dropped in wonder. It was only a second but it was amazing. I was thrilled, freaked out, then tearful. \u00a0She added. “It’s one of my favorite names.”<\/p>\n

Was it a sign? Say yes.<\/p>\n

And what about my nose?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"