Amanda Palmer - Lincoln Center Out of Doors - 8/9/13

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Katherine Roberts
Amanda Palmer at Lincoln Center Out of Doors, August 9, 2013
Better Than: Drinking with old people and steampunks in any other possible setting.

At some point during her show Friday night, Amanda Palmer sang a song called "Gaga, Palmer, Madonna: A Polemic." It lumps her in with those other two female pop giants because they're all "frequently naked" and "make pop art." That's not bad reasoning, as it goes, but it ignores the fact that Lady Gaga and Madonna are both fantastic performers, canny musical consumers who can pick a hit song from across the room, and both are absolutely tireless self-promoters (well, okay, maybe Palmer shares that with them, too). They're both superstars, who've managed their careers near flawlessly as some of the most famous people in the world. The fact that Amanda Palmer thinks the main thing Lady Gaga and Madonna do is take their clothes off tells you pretty much everything you need to know about her safely sexual, completely surface, not-super-compelling music and performance.

See also: A Serious Conversation With Amanda Fucking Palmer

I'm sure if Palmer were to read that, she would have a good answer. A prolific blogger and interview subject, she's better at arguing why you shouldn't judge her harshly than she is at making music that wouldn't be judged harshly. The insufferably titled "Gaga, Palmer, Madonna: A Polemic" is itself basically an argument about why you shouldn't judge her harshly. "I'm just a 32-and-a-half-year-old girl," she sings, "Trying to make art and pay my rent and not get a job I hate." Well, fine. I guess let's just shut this whole cultural criticism thing down, guys, Amanda Palmer is just trying to have a good time, let's stop being dicks about it.

Songs about being misunderstood are fertile pop star ground (just look at Prince or Taylor Swift), but there's something so on-the-nose about it when Palmer does the same, something so much like complaining after class at art school, that the listener can't make that leap to putting herself in the artist's shoes and thinking about all the times she wishes that she hadn't been judged, either. It's impossible to listen to that song and think about anything but Amanda Palmer.

In the abstract, it seemed like the show Friday was the most appropriate possible environment in which to encounter the tech-world darling, neo-noir singer, and divisive public figure Amanda Palmer. It was the opening night of the 10th anniversary celebration of something called Steampunk Weekend. Held in the Damrosh Park Bandshell as part of Lincoln Center Out of Doors, it promised a "pagan lounge ensemble," "avant-cabaret circus troupe," and "gypsy punk accordion vagabonds." The setting perfectly embodied the spirit of carefully planned chaos, family-friendly debauchery, and honestly genuine artifice that is Amanda Palmer.

The crowd seemed roughly split between the steampunk set (corsets, frilly nautical officer hats, striped pants, and home-made dresses) and the blue-blooded and white-haired members of the cultural aristocracy that make up the audience for most Lincoln Center events. Steampunks are nothing if not polite, but the blue bloods were causing some problems, and seemed generally displeased at the assembled crowd.

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Great review. Laugh-out-loud description of the milieu. I'd love to see a post-show interview with one of those blue bloods. Brilliant depiction of Amanda Palmer and her music: "the crowd's largest cheers of the night were conceptual." 

Rather than take myself down to Lincoln Center, out of curiosity I watched the heavily promoted webcast. She started out singing like a Tom cat with emphysema. On the first song, she flung herself into the audience, and her voice became a wheeze. Nonetheless, a "conceptual" cheer went up. Things never got better.

I only watched the first fifteen minutes. Later, I went back and fast forwarded through the show to see if I missed anything by cutting out so early. Nope. I was just hoping "for something that never happened."  Amanda Palmer appears to be a whole lot of "artifice" (and interviews where she describes herself as a revolutionary, my reason for watching in the first place). 


I was there also--just happened to be passing by, & came in during the first song. I'd never heard Palmer's songs before, and I have to say that your reporter's POV is very odd.

Palmer is an entertaining singer/songwriter, and was never dull; yet the review is mostly about a single "insufferable" song from the 90+ minute set. Her exhibitionism (of which she has an abundance) here seems to be mistaken for narcissism (of which she has an ordinary amount).

I agree here songs could be more compelling; her piano playing shows that she has untapped potential there. Her encouraging the crowd to be rowdier were nothing I haven't heard from all kinds of acts over the years, but they did warm up, as audiences do.

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