As I apparently was too exhausted to realise, that is was not a Sunday coming up last night, I feel I have to deliver a Sunday matinée proper. Incidentally, Miss Emilie Autumn provides enough material to do just that. So, more of a very diverse girl, indeed. I was wondering last night, how best to classify her: gothic post punk Doris Day with a feministic violin, maybe?
Thank God I’m pretty, Emilie Autumn
Naked feministic poetry, Emilie Autumn
Emilie Autumn and her violin
Goodbye, Emilie Autumn