Friday, August 19, 2005
Posted at
05:16
by
Importer
Leave me alone, Brian. You're no Conor! We were in the middle of drafting a “
Riff Raff”-inspired post about Amanda Palmer, she-males, and sex tapes (though now that we think about it, that threesome might be redundant) when the sleepless-blogging machine also known as OTD beats us to the
mouse. So anyways, we’ll just elaborate a bit that the Dresden Dolls are about to get the sort of endorsement that turned Aston Kutcher into a Demi-god. See, in next week’s installment of “
Savage Love,” after comforting an afflicted
she-male and afflicting a comfortable sex-smoker, Seattle’s finest sex-mentor gives a sloppy one to the Dolls:
"Apropos of nothing: I’m listening to the Dresden Dolls sing ‘Coin-Operated Boy’ as I write these words. The Dolls are a terrific post-punk/goth/Brechtian rock duo. Everyone on earth needs to buy their CDs.”
We smell a
New York Times piece on the "Savage factor."
2. Speaking of our favorite local goth-streak queen, we completely missed this when it happened, but apparently
Amanda Palmer made out with Conor Oberst completely naked the same night he shat on John Peel’s grave. Like, WTF?
3. Old-school Amanda Palmer living-statue site
here. This was back when she had real-person eyebrows and did
interviews with our venerable Mahler-loving Arts Editor. Those were the days.
