This is what social media lets us do: Story of an Amanda Palmer Kickstarter Party

A year ago I opened my mouth on Twitter and opened myself up to an amazing opportunity in which I organized a house party with Amanda Palmer. I spent a year imagining how it could go, and honestly every dream, every imagining I had was blown out of the water by what did happen.

Amanda Palmer Kickstarter Party in PDX

Sitting downstairs, almost everyone. New friends <3

I offered to organize a house party as a backer reward for Amanda Palmer’s Kickstarter. It’s amazing what happens when you say yes. Fifty strangers offered me up money, with no guarantee that I wasn’t a psycho going to run off with their cash. One of them offered up her house. We came together, brought food, brought drink and made something magical happen. We were strangers, loosely bound together by the fact of being in roughly the same geographical area and being fans of AFP. Using social media we were able to connect, people who may never have connected in this way.. we connected, unsure of the end result but willing to give it a chance. It was an act of trust, of faith in humanity – which I wrote about how doing this restored mine. We’re a community, unbound by geographic restrictions.

The day of Amanda texted me, stuck in traffic – this non Portlander will never again forget that the Seattle-Portland corridor gets massively backed up every afternoon and will warn every person who tries to make the drive. We texted back and forth for a while, talking about traffic and that night. But mostly how that week had been a tough one, and well, regardless of what had been happening, I was confident there would be a lot of love and friendship waiting in the party house. I didn’t really know how right I was. I had hoped… but really, I’ve never felt so connected to people I’ve just met.

Amanda arrived, walking around the corner of the house to the backyard. A silence dropped. I got up from my seat and ran over to her, I’d promised a massive hug. There was a moment, a hug, a kiss, a thank you. A moment where all that mattered was, we’re here, we’ll make things okay, celebrate life, embrace the shit. A hug. A kiss. A thank you.

Amanda Palmer, Kickstarter House Party, Portland

Amanda Palmer: Laughing, misheard lyrics, “Cat’s got your soul”

You don’t realize how powerful eye contact is, how powerful touch is, how powerful simple words are until you find them (almost) missing from your life. Researchers say you need 8 meaningful touches a day to maintain emotional and physical health. I’ve counted days where I never touched another person. Every hug I got that day, every kiss, every moment of eye contact was a salve on my psyche and my soul. These strangers, many now friends, created this bubble of trust and happiness. I think for everyone. I don’t think I’m the only one who can say that last night changed me.

Amanda sang, and we sang with her, she read from Neil’s new book, we ate and drank, we played Mafia/Werewolf. I cried. I had too many feelings. I think mostly I cried because I was so fucking happy at what we had created. Fifty-odd people cuddled into a den, the only light a lava lamp. Singing sad songs, listening to Amanda sing. All. the. feels.

I got to have them because I trusted the people I was around. It was okay. People I’d only just met gave me their hands, led me their strength. We felt a gamut of emotions, collectively breathing in something bigger than ourselves.

Early on in the night I got to talk about social media, and how it really is just a tool, no more, no less than the people who use it. How I wrote a portion of my master’s thesis on studying how she did things. The thesis that landed me my job. Getting to hear Amanda tell me that I got it, that I understood was an amazing validation. Fighting the good fight got a little easier. Comrades.

I know I missed moments of brilliance shared between others. I couldn’t be everywhere. I hope everyone went home a little bit healed, a little bit happier, a new friend made. I made friends with another dancer. I sat on the floor with Amanda while we got back massages from some lovely people. A moment of release and contentment. I was told I was gorgeous by a lovely girl. I got to hug people. My friend and I were able to give someone a couch to crash on. Many made a concerted effort to take me aside, look me in the eye and thank me for organizing this. I don’t think I could ever really say how much that night could have been different if they hadn’t been there. If they hadn’t been willing to be a part of it. It was our party. I may have orchestrated a few things, but everyone there made it what it was. So if you’re reading this: thank you.

Last year I wrote: Sometime next year I’ll be hanging out with some new friends and our favorite musician, enjoying life because we all took the chance to trust a stranger and make magic happen. I don’t think I knew how right I’d be. We made magic happen.

Amanda Palmer, Kickstarter House party, Portland Oregon
Amanda Palmer, Kickstarter House party, Portland Oregon

  • http://adecembergirl.wordpress.com adecembergirl

    Good for you dear Monica!

  • http://gravatar.com/trixiekat trixiekat

    Thank you for sharing your experience. I was one small, frustrating, detail away from joining you and your party when I learned via Twitter that two tickets had come up available the day of. It killed me not to be there. I love what you created and the spirit in which you created it…and I’m certain that’s why Amanda felt and tweeted about the incredible experience she had at your event. Even though I am full of regret that I wasn’t able to physically be there, I love that you allowed us all in, virtually, through this account and photos. Love to you…xoxoxo

    • http://danceinblue.com Monica

      I’m sorry you couldn’t join us, but I’m really glad I have this forum to share what the party was to me. If I ever get the chance again I’ll organize another house party with Amanda in a heartbeat. Maybe things will work out for you next time. xx, M

  • http://valkyrje.blogspot.com Valkyrje

    This is amazing, thank you for sharing! I’m part of the Norwegian house party and I’m so very much looking forward to the experience of the shared love and music and food and thoughts and… well, everything. Shared life.

    • http://danceinblue.com Monica

      I’m so glad you’ll get the chance to experience your own house party. I’m sure it will be much different from the one we had, but also the same on some level. It was an amazing connecting experience.

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  • http://colouringthecanvas.wordpress.com Daniela

    I only can image the greatness of that amazing experience. Beautiful.

    • http://danceinblue.com Monica

      <3 thank you.

  • http://gravatar.com/fknsanta ivoryticker

    yeah she (amanda) rocks from time to time & me & the iron mule second the motion, AFP (an acronym for the Australian Federal Police) that she needs to up the analogue output somewhat. social networking in all it’s forms sux most of the time apart from numbnut dudes like 24 billion dollar man, mark *uckerberg. warm greets from her very old ivoryticklin’ temporary aussie in brisvegas & ‘on yer’ as we say downunder.

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