Explicit joy of anticipation. Except only on the inside. Oh I’ve mentioned it to a few people over the last week but I’m afraid to acknowledge how excited I might actually be about going to see Amanda Palmer tonight. Amanda Fucking Palmer. Phenomenal woman. Musician. Performer. Artist. Icon.
Yes I said Icon. Tomorrow (unless I am unable to claw my way to the interwebs) I will post about the show and add AFP to the icons list. rar.