Brechtian Punk Cabaret: or, I Would Kill For Amanda Palmer

Of course she had me before she even appeared on stage, before we froze our asses off in the wind and freezing rain waiting for the doors to open, before I ever heard “Astronaut”. She had me months before she dedicated “Oasis” (the peppiest date-rape-and-abortion song evar) to Sarah Palin. She probably owned me from […]

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