(all photos in this mailer (including this one) are by kahn & selesnick!)
HOLA COMRADES!
it is i, amanda fucking palmer, here to tell you that i love you and with brief newses. i hope you’re all doing great amidst the crush of the holiday season. it’s always beautiful and hard and lonely at the same time.
news one: i’m about to release a really beautiful little animation using a clip from "the art of asking” audiobook (which i narrated!). i composed music for it and it’s really touching.
AND
there are a few looming yule deadlines!!
first off: we’ve just welcome OVER 2,000 people to the patreon (!?!!!). it’s incredible.
i also decided, in a fit of gratitude, to add EVERY SINGLE PATRON’S NAME to the book before we go to print. if you’re a patron and you missed that email, please go here to this locked patron post: https://www.patreon.com/posts/hi-i-love-you-i-23390992
all you need to do is provide your name in the google form in the above patron post by tomorrow, saturday DECEMBER 22nd at 5PM EST and you shall be included. voila!
so far we have about 6,200 of you!! let’s get EVERYONE IN THERE!!!
(photo by kahn & selesnick)
also! the patron-only hardback version of the artbook and the There Will Be No Intermission patron-only color vinyl will be available in both the US and UK stores until DECEMBER 31st for, you guessed it, PATRONS ONLY.
these are both limited edition and only for patrons forever, so we are printing limited editions BASED ON ORDERS, then we close down production on those items for ever and ever, so order by december 31st or forever hold yer peace. if 1,400 order it, we print only 1,4000. that's it. once the hardcover is gone, it's gone. the soft-cover version will be available online (in early jan) and on tour once i'm out there.
(photo by kahn & selesnick)
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and here is an excerpt and yet a few more kahn & selesnick photos from the artbook, which will go to print very, very soon.
(photos by kahn & selesnick)
John Lennon was right: Life is what happens to you when you’re busy making other plans. And for an artist, art is what happens when you let your bizarre, unbidden, unpredictable life steer you into creating things that you weren’t expecting to make. Art is what happens if you’re able to hold fast – with one angry, trembling, hand – to your art-mirror, the one that reflects you, your trials, your thoughts, your audience, your insights, your attempts to try to figure out and express What It All Might Fucking Mean. In that art-mirror, all of the blurry, strikingly-similar self-portraits you have ever drawn of yourself merge into one constantly-shifting image – you – and, as an artist, you gaze into it and alternate between being horrified and fascinated with this image as you stumble down the un-illuminated road of Planlessness. In your other hand, you try to hang onto Real Life. You clutch a wailing baby and an overstuffed suitcase and a copy of the New York Times that you haven’t had time to read (because, dammit, you’re a Good Citizen and Must Be Informed) and a pot of burning rice and a cell phone that is buzzing with unbidden text messages: your friend is dying, your Facebook account has been hacked, your pregnancy must be terminated, your chickens have been slaughtered by coyotes in the night, your marriage is collapsing, your connecting flight has been canceled, your ex just shot himself in the head, the right wing has read your stupid blog-poem about the Boston bomber and is emailing murder threats, the fetus you’re finally happy about hosting may or may not be deformed, your mother is pissed you haven't called in so long. You read these text messages in one hand while trying to hold your well-polished but increasingly heavy and irritating art-mirror in the other, with a growing sense of resentful detachment – as if the text messages are somebody else’s newsfeed, as if the art-mirror is a heavy curse that you never asked to carry in the first place. And you keep running down the road. If you’re lucky, you don’t drop the mirror. Sometimes you look at the mirror and you’re like: Why the fuck am I carrying you when I have all this other shit to carry? And sometimes you drop the mirror in exhaustion, and fall to your knees. And you drop the suitcase, and the child, and the phone, and the pot of burned rice, and you simply have a cry, knowing that you’re just too goddamn tired to do life, much less make any artful sense out of what’s happening. Then you get up and start running again. 
(photos by kahn & selesnick)
if you’re not yet a patron (DO IT, GET YOUR NAME IN A BOOK!) then there are still some beautiful album item options that you can get INCLUDING the art prints by the amazing Kahn & Selesnick, the zen machete flower skull tee, and the album itself on vinyl and CD! head to the US and UK stores for more info on these!
LAST! I'm also touring the entire globe to support this album, starting in north america. TICKETS ARE SELLING FAST. come.
me, my heart, my stories, and a piano. (ok, and a ukulele). and you.
MAR 21 - THE CATHEDRAL - MASONIC TEMPLE - DETROIT, MI MAR 22 - QUEEN ELIZABETH THEATRE - TORONTO, ON, CAN MAR 23 - MONUMENT NATIONAL - LUDGER - DUVERNAY THEATRE - MONTREAL, QC, CAN APR 5 - NATIONAL THEATRE - WASHINGTON, D.C. APR 6 - TEMPLE PERFORMING ARTS CENTER - PHILADELPHIA, PA APR 12 - CHICAGO THEATRE - CHICAGO, IL APR 13 - THE O’SHAUGHNESSY AT ST. CATHERINE’S UNIVERSITY - ST. PAUL, MN APR 19 - ORPHEUM THEATRE - BOSTON, MA APR 20 - BEACON THEATRE - NEW YORK, NY MAY 10 - WARFIELD THEATRE - SAN FRANCISCO, CA MAY 11 - THEATRE AT ACE HOTEL - LOS ANGELES, CA MAY 17 - COBB ENERGY CENTRE - ATLANTA, GA MAY 18 - RYMAN AUDITORIUM - NASHVILLE, TN MAY 30 - THE PAGEANT - ST. LOUIS, MO MAY 31 - ARVEST BANK THEATRE AT THE MIDLAND - KANSAS CITY, MO JUN 1 - PARAMOUNT THEATRE - DENVER, CO JUN 6 - THE CHAN CENTRE FOR THE PERFORMING ARTS - VANCOUVER, BC, CAN JUN 7 - PARAMOUNT THEATRE - SEATTLE, WA JUN 8 - CRYSTAL BALLROOM - PORTLAND, OR
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