I'm a big fan of how Amanda Palmer connects (or connected) to her fanbase, grassroots marketing type stuff, the story behind it is amazing. I remember attending one of her performances, she spoke to the audience between songs at some point, asked if anyone had a place she and her musicians could crash for the night, and on her blog three days later was photos of the bacchanalian soiree that ensued. If only I could be that cool. I am uncool, however, so my fevered dream of rapidly drawing feverish abstract expressionist work in a textured studio, lights swelling within me so that everything feels like song, pouring my soul into paint and carvings, and only on that do i live, breathe, survive, all I need is the art.... (sigh). If wishes were horses.