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Good morning loves.

Random, but:

https://youtu.be/0Ns2eiKwZMQ

When I am songwriting, I wind up weird places.

I did not expect to learn all this today. Have you ever wondered what tools fire fighters use to dismantle a car to get someone out? I haven’t.

But wow here we are.

The rescue business.

I am working on an song project (Houdini, mostly, but winding up with fire fighters sometimes happens). I am fascinated by the endless poetry of this training video. This guy. Todd.

I love the part where he says “don’t let pride overcome progress”. He thinks he is talking to firemen about extrication. Oh no sweetie.

You speak to all of us.

“Use the [mangled] vehicle to your advantage”, he says.

The goal of a rip and blitz? I didn’t even know they existed.

“Don’t let pride get in there and just rip”, he says.

Eveyone, listen to this man’s wise poetry.

Go slowly and quickly and efficiently when you are in the rescue business.

Use the mangled vehicle to your advantage.


I love you.

I sent this to one of my friends, whose dad is a firefighter, and he reminded me of my own blog from a while ago where I talked about my lifelong habit of breaking drinking straws when opening them too carelessly. And I just did not want to change my technique despite the damage.

When you are extricating yourself, or others, move with care.

The jaws of life. Or, as I just learned on Facebook, a Hooligan Tool.

I always thought they were bigger, the jaws of life. I imagined a crane.

This is where I am today in poemland.

Like Houdini, you only need one millimeter of wiggle room to get out.

Also totally here for any and all extrication links, anecdotes and trivia, from fire fighters to Houdini.


If I manage to get this song finished, I road test it on the webcast tomorrow. Promise.

Reminder: 5-7pm EST tomorrow, all patrons, lots of guests. Here’s the link to the whole post about it. https://www.patreon.com/posts/80073249?utm_campaign=postshare_creator

ALSO REMINDER THAT The Dresden Dolls shows are about 97% sold out to the mailing list and the last few dozen tickets go on sale to the public tomorrow….if you’ve been waiting, this is the time.

xx

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Theresa Jarosz Alberti

For a minute I thought you learned about the jaws of life because you had to be extricated from your car! Glad to figure out that it was for songwriting… I do the same when writing poetry. I end up researching odd things because of metaphors in my work. How cool to learn about some thing now!

amandapalmer

Do not allow your tools to stay in the position that they end at.

Alison Blau

Life doesn’t imitate art….Life IS art! You are a poetic conduit exposing how complicated, yet truly simple everything really is. Thank you as always Amanda for making me feel connected to something in this deeply fractured world.❤️ You are the protective tent from the ride outside.🎪

Joni

I keep reading these missaves about the people you're meeting and work you're doing and I keep meaning to send you two names... Nadia Bolz-Webber (https://instagram.com/sarcasticlutheran?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=) and Nigel Poor (https://instagram.com/nigelpoor?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=). Nadia is the kind of minister that makes me want to have religion, and Nigel (of Earhusstle fame) is simply the living embodiment of art and compassion. You should know these women (also, if you bring back the podcast - please bring back the podcast!! - I'd nominate them both). This reads like a Botz-Webber sermon. Use the tools. Use them judiciously, effectively and without ego. Use them to help. Whenever, whereever and simply because you can.

Kthonis

Re: drinking straw technique and predictable damage, It made me chuckle- my brand of ADHD means many things in life are like this.

Gaba Kulka

I'm just excited that now I will most probably have not one but two favourite songs in the world, which are about Houdini. Thank you for the poetry of the rescue.

Suzanne

Thank you for lovely words of wisdom. I was doing Weird Work Things yesterday and didn't read the post until just now (I have resumed my do-as-little-as-possible staycation). So I shall look forward to tomorrow's webcast and speculate on the mystery guest, and keep in mind the advice given here.

Joni

Premature send... I'm starting to realize that in my life I've developed an accidental catigorization for people into two groups... Those who, when asked, start at "why should I?" and reply with No if they don't see benefit and those who start at "is there any reason I can't?" and reply Yes, unless there's a dammed good reason not to. That second group is the one I want to suround myself with. As Yoko said in her art, the day John met her... Yes. If we want a better world, we all need to find the people who give us our Yes.

Joni

Oh so much this!!! Do you tear the labels off of everything as well? Or is that just me?

Damian Masterson

Ah, you speaking of Houdini triggered a fun memory for me. I remember meeting an illustrator, Sean Von Gorman, at the Kickstarter launch for Theater is Evil. At the time he was working on a book he was drawing on Houdini. We walked over after the launch to the after thing together. Good dude. I have a couple pieces from him somewhere. Haven’t thought about him in ages.

Tam Power

Well Amanda, I think I need to share this with you because I'm having a moment. I've just left a 17 year marriage, it was a good one, but it's over. I feel terrified, but liberated. There were lots of compromises and one of those was that I couldn't join Patreon and support you. I have loved your work deeply for so long and I've longed to support you. Today part of my liberation was to become a supporter. I'm out of work, my tribe are spread out all over the world because when I move I tend to go thousands of miles away and I feel like I've been trying to peel myself off the tracks. I've been struggling and my tears are flowing. But today I'm free to make my own decisions and to decide what's important to me. You're important to me ☺️I hope your tour is awesome!

deidra hendrix

Car crash extraction storytime! :) It was a football-night Friday in 1999. I was a senior in high school, and also drum major for our school's tiny marching band. There was a magical sliver of time between "school is out" and "prep for the game" that always felt particularly delicious and we planned to run to our favorite coffeehouse to savor it. I was in the passenger seat of my friend's car, and we were almost, almost there when a monster of a pickup truck crested the hill as we were crossing the intersection, and just couldn't stop in time. It was a perfect storm of timing, disastrously, and when the truck hit us at a perfect 90-degree angle I happened to be in the sweet spot. My friend's car folded around me like a two-ton metal blanket, and I was trapped inside. As I remember it, I don't think I lost consciousness for more than a moment. The driver and friends in the back were all thankfully OK - as, I would find out later, the folks in the other car - and were able to get out, but I couldn't open the door and couldn't unbuckle my seatbelt. I have no memory of the time between the crash and the time the EMS arrived, they were just somehow present (of which I am thankful) placing the neck brace on and instructing me not to move my body - that I needed to be extracted, that moving could be dangerous for my precarious spinal cord and would also impede the folks about to break the window. "Please hold still. What's your name? What high school do you attend? Please hold still, we're going to drape you in this sheet so the tech can break the glass without injuring you. Can you feel your toes? That's great, good. Yeah we just don't want to send tiny bits of glass into your hair, so we're covering you for a moment. Everything is fine, just be still for a bit longer...." It was at this moment - covered in a white hospital sheet and ever-so compliantly still, as the jaws of life crack into my friend's car with brutal efficiency - that my parents arrive. I can only imagine the horror of rushing to your daughter's recent car accident scene to find her motionless and draped in a sheet. I can hear commotion, but can't make out what's happening until I hear someone shout, "She's OK! She's OK. The sheet's for the glass." I now realize exactly how bad this looks and try to talk to the EMT, but I'm still not allowed to move my spine. I can't shout and I can't move but my wrists are not off limits, so I poke my right hand out from under the sheet and begin frantically waving and signaling and thumb's-upping until someone notices. I hear laughter. I hear the panic that turns into chiding as someone in the crowd tells me to be still and do what the nice EMTs say. I remember feeling so, so relieved. They were worried for me. I was worried for them. Everyone was scared, except the EMS team. They were calm and kind and fast and efficient and made quick work of squaring away the most physically traumatic accident of my life thus far. Life altering for me, another Friday for them. Isn't it funny, etc. etc. I had cuts and bruises, a bit of seatbelt-burn, some whiplash that still haunts me and a doozy of a concussion, but no immediate critical injuries - which was all I needed to know, because the game was coming up and I had to be there for my bandmates at halftime. Duh. And that's the story of how I was extracted from a car with the jaws of life, had my mother drive me straight to the football game and drum majored a halftime show I don't remember because I, of course, was concussed, crashing on adrenaline, and the type of invincible that only a 18-year-old ever tries to pull off. It was an eventful day.

Kthonis

Yuuup, I could literally just pull out my pocket knife to cut the dang things but nope, gotta pull them every time. I also somehow can't not stack things precariously despite full well knowing that if (usually when) that stack goes from short-term to long-term, it WILL fall over.

Lauren Calhoun

I have a friend who maps caves for a living, he has some incredible stories. I'll see if I can send you a few.

Tamara

Hmm...not sure if any of my emails have received Dresden Dolls ticket info ... Been checking spam and everything. Weird?

Gaba Kulka

I mean, obviously I don't know if the song you're referring to is actually about Houdini ;) (probably not?), but if it ends up being called "Houdini", there is another one called "Houdini" and it's from Kate Bush's The Dreaming, and it's one of my favourite songs of all time (especially the strongs and fretless bass intervals between verses). And I... may have gotten all this wrong, sorry. When you said you're working on "mostly Houdini" you meant a song... right?

Nessa Ruiz

Houdini… I had never thought of my Flight in fun metaphor. My reoccurring dreams about escaping have been replaying the actual events (as best as my unconscious could reproduce them) But, yeah… there was always an element of attempting Invisibility, finding the tiniest vacant space to slip into, the slightest give to gain ground, leverage. Whether I couldn’t find the words, or because speaking wasn’t safe, I was a silent Magician manifesting Freedom, an Illusionist tricking the audience until the last second… and then I was just gone.

Bethany Olson

Fuuuuuuck. metaphor is the most fun you can have with your clothes on. For years I had a personalized license plate frame that read, “Metaphors Be With You….” It even made the local paper. Speaking of metaphor, oh Queen of the Art form…. What I loved most about therapy was talking about my dreams because my therapist was Freudian/Jungian. I can take whatever metaphor I’m playing with and really go weird and surreal with it, all while maintaining the story in a relatively linear fashion. They’re weird as hell, but story driven. Last night I was playing Donkey Kong online with Kanye and I beat him so he gave me his penthouse for the night. He came over because he was lonely and my friend who happened to be gay was staying with me and that did NOT go well. I told a story of the time Trevor Noah stayed there and how he talked about the giant tub in front of a TV in a seriously tacky red velvet bordello bathroom. Kanye kicked us out after my gay friend beat his ass at donkey king and we saw the tub on our way out. We refused to take the elevator because it was the 41st floor and there were no lights in the elevator car. We agreed we’d all seen that movie and Noped right down the stairs. We paused halfway down to moon Kanye. The overhead “StairMuzak” changed from a loop of various video game sound effects which included the robots from Berserk, the soldiers from Wolfenstein, and the maddeningly catchy Qbery theme to a Star Wars imperial death March version of the Donkey Kong theme and barrels began coming down the stairs. The trick was not to jump over them, but to flatten yourself against the side wall as they went past. Yes we made it out of the building. My therapist would have had a field day with this one.

Taylor DeLeon

My fiancé is a paramedic firefighter. I also try to force my straws and end up breaking them lol. He is always telling me, “finesse.” I’ve gotten slightly better at not trying to force things and I have way less broken straws now. I still haven’t quite figured out how to balance gentleness and strength. Maybe when I’m older 🤣

Jo VanEvery

An ex of mine is now a volunteer fire captain. He specialises in this (there is a major highway in his jurisdiction).

amandapalmer

Oh my lord. I've never heard a story quite like this...so it is my ultimate honor to welcome you into this ragged family of wonderful people. Welcome. As one going through a very painful divorce, I feel you. We're all here. Love to you, Tam. xxx A

Taylor DeLeon

Oh Amanda, it’s definitely my anthem. And the very first song I learned to play on my uke. Love you bunches.

Kirrabelle Lovell

Just watched that video, kind of fascinating, how we’ve made these cars that we crash that we then make tools to save ourselves…….

Kirrabelle Lovell

Welcome! This is such a great place, I think of Amanda and my ‘pen friend’ as she always writes (plus the art too of course!) but it is actually really nice having a regular correspondence from her in my inbox 😊

Jeanette-o-saur

I love this. Also, bragging rights. I was part of our Emergency Brigade at work for a couple of years which includes firefighting and first responder training. We got to practice this on vehicles that were no longer road worth. I have cut doors off of trucks, cut windshields, and completely peeled the roof off of a car and it's SO MUCH FUN (because no one is in danger of course). That's all

Tracy

I am from Appleton, Wisconsin. A place Harry Houdini called home. We've got a permanent Houdini exhibit at a local museum. It's interactive! You can learn the art of illusion! That's my Houdini connection. A place we both called home. http://www.myhistorymuseum.org/aka-houdini.html

Deborah Hartmann Preuss

It's amazing how gently those powerful tools are used. So subtle, small movements, and knowing when to stop. I'm a life coach; I worked with a traumatized client yesterday, and the work felt very similar. 'Don't let pride get in the way" is good advice for my work, too. ❤