Dear Amanda Palmer,
This I will say first: I fucking respect you. I respect that you do what you want, that you reinvent yourself, that you support up and coming artists, that I am slightly drunken right now because there was an open bar.
No matter what else, and there will be an else, remember that.
That being said, you will never, ever, be my dance party music. Matt & Kim -- they are the type of band that I will dance out to, not quite knowing the lyrics, not quite caring. They will be the band that I let loose and pump my hand into the air for. You won't be the Amanda Palmer + synthesizer + Australian band music.
I care too much. You will be my I'm broken up, I know all the words to "Astronaut" and "Have to Drive" and it is fucking poetry music. You will be my, my heart is broken and my brain is broken and you are my solace music. You will occasionally be I broke my bra dancing to "Guitar Hero" but the words still broke my heart music;.
You are in good company. Elliott Smith is somewhere next to you.
It's not your fault. I am happy that you are happy, that happiness has taken the form of a synthesizer and a dance beat.
But the space you occupy in my brain and heart, it is much more, Amanda Palmer. It is more than what you did tonight, the mythology that you occupy. I am sorry for that burden and wish I could wash it clean.
And still I respect you for all that you do.