There are a lot of hot celebrities. Tons of them. Endless masses, really, if the progression of time and the regular realities of breeding and plastic surgery are anything to set your watch to. So who is it amongst these beauteous hordes that I would take as my own?Though I don't think I can match his visual panache, I'd like to borrow McFadden's lovely concept of "famous girlfriend," because I don't think I could go on living if Amanda Palmer and I were only allowed a one night stand.
I'm going to tell you something very strange: it was she who seduced me. As leading lady of The Dresden Dolls, Ms. Palmer's been singing siren songs to me for years now. If you can give me the name of anyone writing music as brutal and emotionally honest as her, I'll eat my hat (I have several).
And of course, dare I forget her loveliness? The delicate arabesques or hasty scrawls of her inconstant eyebrows? Or more importantly, the guts and grin she shows on every album? Especially her new solo material, Who Killed Amanda Palmer? a double punch to my heart- musical and referential. There's more to her than I can possible name in this brief post, and to condense further would only be insulting.
Amanda! I'm free on Thursdays!
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