So when I was a teenager I got into Tori Amos. We’ll talk about why or why not that is later this week. As a result of being into Tori Amos, in college-ish I became familiar with Neil Gaiman. After college I started actually reading his stuff (not just the liner notes for Strange Little Girls). One year for Christmas my (not-yet-then) husband purchased me the short story collection Fragile Things, with the aforementioned SLG inserts as a part of them. (As for his liner notes, many of them are better than some but not all of the songs on that album; sorry you guys, but Tori’s cover of “Heart of Gold” is among the worst of all time. “Reigning Blood”, however, is a thing to behold.)
“October in the Chair” is one of my favorite bedtime stories.
Anyway. Almost two years ago I found Neil on twitter. And thus found Amanda Palmer, and was like “WTF why haven’t I been listening to her for years!?” (I know why – I was too preoccupied with twee & Sonic Youth throughout college.)
I’ve been rabidly following their relationship like it’s a tabloid, proving again that people writing their own shit on twitter is so much better than 90% of mainstream news publications. And just yesterday, Palmer posted their epic, epic wedding blog, marking their one year anniversary.
Two things that she writes apply to well, everyone and everything.
nowadays, at some level, everybody loves a bride.
and everybody loves a bride, i think, because a bride symbolizes hope.
in a world filled with NO NO NO NO NO and fear and terror and doubt, a bride fills up the space in the minds eye as a giant white tulle YES, and you don’t need to know the romantic backstory. somehow, through some miraculous chain of events, this woman has decided to throw herself into a life commitment. and it means something different now than it did 100, even 50, years ago. because nowadays she has a choice.
SIGH. I walked down the street in my white tulle poof on my wedding day and felt exactly exactly exactly that way.
Also, this is the kind of house I want to have one day:
the third inspiration was to call upon neil’s other writer friends, michael chabon and ayelet waldman, whose home we’d already been welcomed into the year before.
michael and ayelet have a kind of a dream-home, filled with four astoundingly awesome children, random instruments, rugs, books and all manner of homey-goodness. we asked if they would have us and armistead and lance and company over to dinner and by the way get married right before we eat and by the way would rosie possibly mind being our flower girl. they said yes, and rosie, age six, began aggressively plotting her outfit. things were officially underway.
(Yeah, we plan on one day having children, and I totally want to have a cadre of little girls who aggressively plan outfits.)
Anyway, the whole piece is beautifully wrought. Insightful and just wonderful. This is why people still get married.
Also, a video of AFP playing with the Boston Pops, as she mentions earlier in the post.