Sorry, EA. I just can't do it.
Emilie Autumn. I first discovered her a way back when I was in my "Lestat" phase, and found "Syringe" on a fanmix. I thought it was amazing, and devoured everything I could find relating to her. Songs like "I Want My Innocence Back" and "Opheliac" resonated with me, and I listened to her almost non-stop.
Then, I discovered what a liar she is. Her real name is Emily Fritzges, not Emilie Autumn Liddell. She has lied about things such as gifts for fans being stolen from her house (while her recording equipment and instruments were mysteriously left untouched), lied about her family being dead, lied about being asexual... There's also the fact that almost every artist or collaborator she's worked with has ended their professional relationship due to "issues" with her. That's not even getting into her "mental illness" and how she's letting it control her life and dictate everything she does (as a post I once saw put it: "I hope my patients never find out about EA. She does exactly what you SHOULD NOT DO when it comes to mental illness; lets it define her, rule her life and uses it as an excuse to be cruel, insensitive and avoid her obligations.") Her attitude towards other artists (like Lady Gaga) sickens me, to be honest (saying she wanted to "blow her brains out" after hearing "Alejandro" while out shopping). Her feminism strays towards the more radical side (which is a whole other can of worms that shan't be opened here), and she's only taking the elements of Victorian history that suit her and make her look good. Her live shows (when she isn't canceling them and then not honoring VIP tickets, forcing fans to buy new ones) have turned into nothing but titillating burlesque shows.
And what of the music? On relistening... Most of it really isn't that special. The instrumental tracks are phenomenal, but even I have to admit that as a lyricist, EA's gone downhill fast. Her voice often descends into a sort of... "muddled growl", as I've heard it described, although songs like "Rose Red" show what she can do when she puts her mind to it.
Sorry, Emilie. Autumn's over for me, and winter is coming.