An evening with Neil Palmer and Amanda Gaiman

Posted by Sherry Roit on Thursday, November 10, 2011


Magical.
 
Yes, that's the word, for that's what it was. I had not attended anything remotely like this special evening with Neil and Amanda ever before, and it's doubtful that I ever will again. 

The stage, decorated, as I understand, by volunteers (in Seattle? They did this in each city) was perfect, as it happens. A purple antique sofa, a stuffed lion, feathers and an old floor rug. Sparse, yet so full of warmth, thanks in large part to not only our hosts, but their special guests.

There was one half of Jane Austen Argument, a lovely girl who performed for two while her partner, for reasons I am still not clear on (though much joking was had), was stuck in Vancouver. They are a long way from home, which is Australia.

She made me tear up during a song called Phoenix.

There was a visit from Jason Webley, and later, Jonothan Coultan. All the while, I had this sense we were in Neil and Amanda's living room, enjoying an after dinner party where everyone participates in some way. Even the audience was intimate and participatory...in all the right places.

Now, I knew that I liked Neil. Really liked Neil. Of course I do, I've read a few of his works. By now, I think I am in love. Amanda need not worry; for one thing, he is so clearly devoted (so no point in stalking him ala Statue) and for another, I have a girl crush on her now, so all is good.  


Neil is witty, and warm, and wonderful, and reads so bloody well I must needs purchase all of his audio books. They, together, are lively and lovey-dovey, and cute and funny and whip smart creative. And a host of other adjectives.

I also think they have some sort of ESP going on between them.

A room of 2,000 plus people, rapt in each of Neil's words, laughing when appropriate, 'oooing' when warranted. He and his words are creeping, suspenseful, endearing, beautiful, funny, ribald...Stories I'd never heard, he recited, and he does so very, very well.

Amanda, so damned comfortable on stage and in her skin, that a "fuck up" is a triumph. One could do far worse than hold her as a heroine of sorts, someone to admire and respect. Neil...goes without saying. This tour gives people a glimpse of not just how talented he is, but how warm and generous.

I cannot begin to choose a favorite moment, but a high point was definitely when Neil, towards the end, recited a poem he'd written for Amanda. She then, in turn, had to reciprocate. It made me want a love like theirs...

You know...this last week at the shop got a wee bit slower for me, and I started to stress on numbers for a while. I haven't decided I'm going to fail, mind you, or that I made a mistake, because I don't believe I did. (And as Amanda sings, just because you're getting bad grades, doesn't mean you're failing...I know what she means.) But it can be a bit daunting.

Walking out of this show last night, I thought...If I can have moments like these, the rest doesn't matter right now...Just let me keep having moments like these...

 


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An evening with Neil Palmer and Amanda Gaiman

Posted by Sherry Roit on Thursday, November 10, 2011


Magical.
 
Yes, that's the word, for that's what it was. I had not attended anything remotely like this special evening with Neil and Amanda ever before, and it's doubtful that I ever will again. 

The stage, decorated, as I understand, by volunteers (in Seattle? They did this in each city) was perfect, as it happens. A purple antique sofa, a stuffed lion, feathers and an old floor rug. Sparse, yet so full of warmth, thanks in large part to not only our hosts, but their special guests.

There was one half of Jane Austen Argument, a lovely girl who performed for two while her partner, for reasons I am still not clear on (though much joking was had), was stuck in Vancouver. They are a long way from home, which is Australia.

She made me tear up during a song called Phoenix.

There was a visit from Jason Webley, and later, Jonothan Coultan. All the while, I had this sense we were in Neil and Amanda's living room, enjoying an after dinner party where everyone participates in some way. Even the audience was intimate and participatory...in all the right places.

Now, I knew that I liked Neil. Really liked Neil. Of course I do, I've read a few of his works. By now, I think I am in love. Amanda need not worry; for one thing, he is so clearly devoted (so no point in stalking him ala Statue) and for another, I have a girl crush on her now, so all is good.  


Neil is witty, and warm, and wonderful, and reads so bloody well I must needs purchase all of his audio books. They, together, are lively and lovey-dovey, and cute and funny and whip smart creative. And a host of other adjectives.

I also think they have some sort of ESP going on between them.

A room of 2,000 plus people, rapt in each of Neil's words, laughing when appropriate, 'oooing' when warranted. He and his words are creeping, suspenseful, endearing, beautiful, funny, ribald...Stories I'd never heard, he recited, and he does so very, very well.

Amanda, so damned comfortable on stage and in her skin, that a "fuck up" is a triumph. One could do far worse than hold her as a heroine of sorts, someone to admire and respect. Neil...goes without saying. This tour gives people a glimpse of not just how talented he is, but how warm and generous.

I cannot begin to choose a favorite moment, but a high point was definitely when Neil, towards the end, recited a poem he'd written for Amanda. She then, in turn, had to reciprocate. It made me want a love like theirs...

You know...this last week at the shop got a wee bit slower for me, and I started to stress on numbers for a while. I haven't decided I'm going to fail, mind you, or that I made a mistake, because I don't believe I did. (And as Amanda sings, just because you're getting bad grades, doesn't mean you're failing...I know what she means.) But it can be a bit daunting.

Walking out of this show last night, I thought...If I can have moments like these, the rest doesn't matter right now...Just let me keep having moments like these...

 


Tags: neil gaiman  amanda palmer 
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