i have just discovered the Dresden Dolls. i have been aware of their existence for a while now, but i often have issues with female singers so i didn’t follow up when people told me i might be interested.

but following Neil Gaiman’s life as i vaguely do has gotten me following Amanda Palmer’s somewhat (unsurprisingly as they are engaged), and i don’t know what possessed me but a couple of weeks ago, i clicked on a link and visited the Dresden Dolls’ Myspace page for a little bit of musical edumacation.

suffice to say … holy crap.

i am so very impressed with the Dresden Dolls and also with AFP’s solo stuff. and i am surprised too, because she has such a strong voice, yet she manages to portray such vulnerability, and she comes across as so passionate, earnest and powerful, even as she’s made up like a mime.

the only downside to it is that the music is so emotive and often sad, that i find myself unable to do much while i am listening, so background music, it is not. and i don’t have as much time as i would like these days for additional things that don’t fit into the background.

totally worth checking out.

* blog title from ‘Coin-Operated Boy’ by the Dresden Dolls *

conduct is more important to me than correctness.

it is more important to me that people, including myself, conduct themselves in a way that is considerate and respectful, and less important who is right and who is wrong.

sometimes i get stuck on the right and wrong issue, and sometimes i am not very nice in a debate (and that disappoints me, and i aim to better myself so it doesn’t happen), but overall, my ideal is the above.

lots of people don’t seem to agree.

or maybe it’s just because people’s ideas of appropriate conduct are so much more subjective than the issue of right or wrong.

but i think if you’re focussing on who’s right and who’s wrong, you’re totally missing the point of human interaction.

but maybe that’s not the point that others are seeking.

hmmm.

Here I am again, overwhelming feelings
A thousand miles away from your ocean home
Part of me is near

Thoughts of what we were invade
The miles that stand between, we can’t separate
You’re all I hoped you’d become

Sister I see you
Dancing on the stage of memory
Sister I miss you

Fleeting visits pass, still they satisfy
Reminders of the next overshadow goodbye
Our flames burn as one

All I am begins with you, thoughts of hope understood
Half of me breathes in you, thoughts of love remain true

Here we are again saying goodbye
Still we fall asleep underneath the same sky
You’re all I knew you’d become

Entwined, you and I, our souls speak from across the miles
Intertwined, you and I, our blood flows from the same inside

All I am begins with you, thoughts of hope understood
Half of me breathes in you, thoughts of love remain true

I see you, I feel you, when I close my eyes
I see you walking there… I see you dancing in my mind