Dresden Dolls
I grew up in a small town in the Midwest. I lived with my grandfather who listened to Polka mostly, but he did enjoy Country and believed Disney music was appropriate for children and MTV was not. I have a quite vivid memory of being given an Ace of Base cd by my mother and my grandfather hearing it and asking what I was doing listening to "that black music".
Flash forward some years. I had discovered other genres of music and its artists, each one seeming to pull back a new curtain, open a new world - worlds I greedily devoured.
Enter a friend of mine who first introduced me to the Dresden Dolls via the song Coin Operated Boy. I listened to it over and over,I sought other songs and learned the lyrics, hoping that singing them with Amanda would somehow put the words to describe The Dresden Dolls into my head. It wasn't until I saw them in concert in Milwaukee that I understood: the Dolls aren't meant to be talked about. That is insufficient. They are meant to be *experienced*.
Watching Amanda and Brian was a revelation, I felt something to click into place within me. It seemed to say "oh. This is what *Music* is." Quite a different thing from music. I hadn't really noticed the difference before and will always adore the Dresden Dolls for sparking that recognition in me.
I am quite excited to see them again in concert. 10 more days. I'm going to wear my bustle skirt with pants (it be cold yo!) and I haven't decided if I'm going to paint my face old school doll style or if I'll wear my peacock blue pillbox hat with the veil or try to find a derby hat. Maybe I'll wear a ruffled shirt or maybe purple false lashes. It doesn't really matter, I just want to be part of the experience this time.
Wicked cool thing about Amanda? She told off a security guard at a show for trying to take away an audience member's camera. "We have an open photo policy" which means I can bring my stalker cam (so named for the absurdly close up zoom lens) and not worry about getting it taken away.
Flash forward some years. I had discovered other genres of music and its artists, each one seeming to pull back a new curtain, open a new world - worlds I greedily devoured.
Enter a friend of mine who first introduced me to the Dresden Dolls via the song Coin Operated Boy. I listened to it over and over,I sought other songs and learned the lyrics, hoping that singing them with Amanda would somehow put the words to describe The Dresden Dolls into my head. It wasn't until I saw them in concert in Milwaukee that I understood: the Dolls aren't meant to be talked about. That is insufficient. They are meant to be *experienced*.
Watching Amanda and Brian was a revelation, I felt something to click into place within me. It seemed to say "oh. This is what *Music* is." Quite a different thing from music. I hadn't really noticed the difference before and will always adore the Dresden Dolls for sparking that recognition in me.
I am quite excited to see them again in concert. 10 more days. I'm going to wear my bustle skirt with pants (it be cold yo!) and I haven't decided if I'm going to paint my face old school doll style or if I'll wear my peacock blue pillbox hat with the veil or try to find a derby hat. Maybe I'll wear a ruffled shirt or maybe purple false lashes. It doesn't really matter, I just want to be part of the experience this time.
Wicked cool thing about Amanda? She told off a security guard at a show for trying to take away an audience member's camera. "We have an open photo policy" which means I can bring my stalker cam (so named for the absurdly close up zoom lens) and not worry about getting it taken away.