Most recently, she gave a speech to TED on her crowdfunding campaign, titled “The Art of Asking”:
The speech itself is both informative and inspirational. It’s idealistic, yet it has also proven itself to be pragmatic. It is the true spirit of the arts that we would like to see replicated by all. How many times have we passed on an exhibition because we didn’t want to pay $25 dollars for an admission ticket? How many concerts have we missed because the tickets were too expensive? How many of us has felt guilty for downloading music instead of buying it?
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“Pretty much everybody on earth has a threshold for how much to indulge an idiot who doesn’t know how to conduct herself, and I think Ms Palmer has found her audience’s threshold.”
Speaking of familiar face Amanda Palmer ’98, the reviews are in for Theatre Is Evil, the album she funded independently over the summer by taking to Kickstarter and somehow emerging with over a million dollars. Palmer recorded the album with the Grand Theft Orchestra, her latest backing band ensemble. If The Guardian is to be believed, the album “feels like sitting on the bed of your tattooed, far cooler cousin 30 years ago, while she tells you ‘all you need to know’ about music.” Sounds about right. Ben Folds, meanwhile, had this confounding opinion to report: “This record is as good as it gets. You’re going to shit when you hear it. It’s going to be around for ages. Otherwise, it’s total crap.” You can hear the album for yourself on Neil Gaiman’s site, or pay what you want here.
If you’re the visual type, observe Palmer’s gruesome new video for “The Killing Type,” in which her band performs in white in a bright white room before Palmer murders her lover and splashes it all red. (“I’m not the killing type, I’m not the killing type,” she pleads in the track’s lyrics.) If you’re squeamish at all, consider skipping it entirely.
But funding the album isn’t the only task Palmer bestowed on her fans.