Well, I'm not doing the gossip rag thing as much as I was back in 2020, but yeah... it's part of the picture when it comes to my blog. As far as I can tell, most of my gossip re: Wellington was on the money, and that’s why people were so hurt. How could I remember all that, right? 🍕
It didn’t hurt that people were prompting me, but yeah, my memory is bizarre but highly accurate. I was trained to perform from memory, and classical guitar is bloody difficult, so that's probably part of it. There's no dissociative persona - Amanda is my real name, and Amanda Michelina is what happens when my stuff reaches the algorithms and is placed in the feed. - The way I see it, the audience owns Amanda Michelina, but they don't own me (Amanda Riddell). And that's a devil's bargain that I could cope with, while the live thing as a singer isn't something I could cope with. I'm fine to sing and play accompanying myself for a recital, or to mess around for fun at parties. Other than that, I'm too busy with my movie and the docuseries. For those who get the cam show (I'm pretty sure there's a camera in my room), it may look like I'm doing nothing all day, but my mind is buzzing about Weeded Out and Shipwrecked on Islands. If I was practicing, I wouldn't have that free time to ramble. - Other composers perform, but they don't direct movies or do journalism. Jane always said I spread myself too thin, but I think she was hoping I'd keep up the classical guitar stuff. As I said recently, I do have plans to return to classical guitar rep, but those aren't until my late thirties or early forties. Life is a long game, and classical music is a particularly long game. If I wanted to do band stuff, I'd do a studio album. Which is my plan for Shipwrecked on Islands: a proper concept album like Jesus Christ Superstar.
For those who are genuinely surprised I know shit about them: I had lots of fair-weather friends on Facebook, and my memory is ridiculous. So I saw you all post about your lives, gripe about petty bs, and I had the gravy train that comes from the gay scene re: gossip. I built my posts as a reaction to how much those posts pissed me off, so I'm not surprised that they pissed off my nemeses.