The second worst thing about being a freelance writer – the first, of course, being filing one’s tax return – is that beloved concepts like ‘snow day’ no longer hold meaning; while everyone else has Mother Nature’s pardon and gets to build snowmen, you still have to sit in your lonely little study and knuckle down to some work. My interview with Amanda Palmer took place on such a day in February 2009, though it nearly never happened at all. Originally scheduled to take place halfway across London in Kensington, made totally unreachable by the big freeze, it was looking highly unlikely until a last-minute switch to Camden Town put her within walking distance.
I thought meeting Amanda might be more rambling and chaotic than it turned out to be. Instead she was amiably down to earth, funny and typically direct, and clearly quite a pro at handling the press; a very compelling speaker. As someone who occasionally suspects her antics of being somewhat disingenuous I tried to be careful not to get swept up in her energy, which I think makes for a nice tension in the piece, but couldn’t help being impressed by her attitude and, ultimately, coming away with a greater respect for her.
For more Amanda-speak check out Andrzej Lukowski’s previous interview with her for Wears The Trousers, published in 2006.