- January 11th, 2014
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Within the wooden and glass rotunda of the Spiegeltent, small wooden chairs are unfolded and lined up like obedient disciples of punk cabaret goddess Amanda Palmer.
Dedicated fans armed with iPhones and Palmers lyrics ready to recite anthems of confessional realisations, lists of wishes and carefully caught regrets, desire, defiance, passion wait in the dim light of the Spiegeltent.
The stage is set with a keyboard and a chair. Eyes forward we’re caught by a sound from behind us – a voice supported by a steady beam of white light. A long silhouette offering a trembling voice… Read more