Above are some bad photos. I didn't really know much of the Dresden Doll's music other than that wonderful 'coin...op-er-a-ted BOY', but it is rare that an act can be so captivating, and so energetic, and so strong, for what was essentially a three hour set. They just kept playing. There are several things I admire about The Dresden Dolls, and I will list them for your convenience now.
1. 'Keeping good karma'
The Dresden Dolls first appeared on stage at about 7.30PM, in order to announce the first support act. They also announced the second support act, AND, Amanda Palmer performed with BOTH support acts even before her own monster set. There is something very good, karma-wise, about that kind of attitude towards performing. It exudes humility, and while it could be assumed that a special appearance by Amanda Palmer during a set would blow the other band out of the water but it didn't. She knows exactly what's up which is something I will talk about in a second.
2. 'It takes two'
The Dresden Dolls are two people, Amanda Palmer and Brian Viglione. Their act is essentially piano, vocals and drums, with occasional guitar. The show that they put on last night was quite spectacular particularly when you take into consideration the sheer minimalism of their equipment. And they sound like a 'band', not a 'duo' - and are as entertaining as such. Cabaret the genre has a special place in my heart despite me being not all that familiar with it; there's such prowess in a good cabaret act, and there is something glorious about being about to hold a crowd for an extended period of time with real music, and real performance talent. Or something.
3. 'Amanda fucking Palmer'
Let's just cut to the chase - Amanda Palmer is one of the greatest performers I have ever come across. Generous with her time and her talents (of which she is inherently blessed with many), unconventionally beautiful, a inspiration in her ferocity and honesty and songwriting skills. She's just so rad. For a little singer songwriter like myself who has always been afraid of being too ugly or too fat to be a singer people like Amanda Palmer make me realise how stupid that is. She is neither ugly, nor fat (far from both) - but she exudes such confidence that I hardly think it would matter if she was. Swoooon! She's the best. Below is a picture of Amanda Palmer in the first encore before she crowd surfed over our patch of crowd. She told us to 'come closer' before she jumped on top of us and I think that that moment made it to my top five sexiest things to ever happen to me in a concert environment (probably accompanied by Adam Duritz shooting himself in the head with his hand in the shape of a gun at Counting Crows in 2010, and when Lady Gaga told us that she'd locked all the freaks outside Rod Laver Arena, also in 2010).
And I had sushi for dinner with a coffee from McDonald's and I have no money in fact I'm in debt to a few people but it was just a really good time OK and now I'm going to write heaps of songs and be Amanda Palmer well kinda.
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