Patreon.com, Indieagogo.com, and Kickstarter.com are the biggest threat to the megastar, and that’s a good thing.

Amanda Palmer is my favorite artist that no one has ever heard of. I read her book, I listen to her music, and when I can I donate to her. Most people I know have something similar, like my friend Danny who is a proud backer of board games on Kickstarter, or my brother Alex who will support different YouTube channels on Patreon. Most people have what I call a pocket artist, someone who is famous to only a small group of people.

Wait what is a megastar?

Think Kanye West, Hemingway, or J.K. Rowling. Celebrities known to the vast majority of the population, and supported by  a slew of team members of their respective industries. For decades they were the gold standard. The model was simple but highly capitalistic, and made only a few people able to make a living off what they love to do.

Now thanks to people who make monthly donations, people who would have spent years working in a coffee shop, can make a living, although often a modest one, working as artists, musicians and the like.

To sum it up. It’s a good time to be a creative.

I have been away. I am sorry. I am planning on bringing back the Japan trip, and I am going to try and update this blog weekly. If possible every Wednesday.

So last night I saw inside out. I walked in with expectations. I didn’t realize this until half way through when I decided to try and put them aside.

When I did I was struck hard by the core message of the film. Pixar taught me something. They taught me, all emotions have a place in your life.

It is a common myth that if you are not eternally joyful something is wrong. But each emotion plays a significant role in us as humans.
Anyhow small update. Having a bleh week. Thanks for reading.

Today I asked to eat lunch before I went out to get the crew theirs. as it turns out the problem had resolved itself, but I asked. It’s then I heard her, Amanda Palmer, her voice resonating in her skull the same voice I Read her book in. I always make up a voice in my head for the narrator in the books I read, but I don’t choose how its sounds the story chooses. I almost don’t want to hear the author speak in real life after I’ve made up the thought voice. Anyhow, I heard her, and she was cheering me on, cheering me on for asking for yesterday off and for feeling my rage, my annoyance, and not just swallowing it and moving on. I am actually proud of myself for the first time in a long time.

I have been a selfish blogger. Here I am casting my words off into the void, and people are reading them and liking them, and not having the common decency to sit down and communicate. Communication is key.

I had a very odd set of beliefs in my head. These beliefs rotated around the idea that the artist and the fan had to be separate that they couldn’t mingle, like the potatoes and gravy, they were connected, but only cheap idiosyncratic artists interacted.

Oh, what a heathen I have been. If you read my blog I wanted to thank you for doing so, and I want to follow yours, and I want to read about your life,  I want to connect. I want to be there with you. So yes, I have been a fat head, but I saw the light.

Thanks, Amanda Palmer, you are changing my life.

I thought I wanted to be a famous writer, you taught me what I really wanted was to be a connected one.

PS: I am gonna upload the last post of my travel blog soon. It will be a doozy, so I am gonna do it in 2-3 bits. Stay tuned.

So today is one of those days, and yesterday I am slacking off. I am just tired. I am feeling strung out, and restless, I need more caffeine.

So my stock of photos from Japan is dwindling, but here I am wanting to write. Where My blog will go I don’t know but today, I am going to sip on coffee, and contemplate how much I hate cloudy weather.