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I almost didn't go to see Amanda Palmer tonight, which from my current perspective would have been a huge mistake. I know I love her music, and remember that I love her performances, but there's something that slips away between those unless I stop and seek it in memory, something about pathos and joy and engagement and release. I laughed, I cried, and I was very glad to be there. I want to learn how to be full on from the heart. A lot of signs lately seem to be hitting me in the face with reminders, this being the most recent example.