St. Vincent Live: Here's What You Can Expect
Experiencing St. Vincent live is like visiting a modern art museum: you're not sure you fully comprehend what you've just seen or heard, but you feel more cultured upon exiting.
Between clusters of songs, St. Vincent, née Annie Clark, says she feels as if she's really getting to know you. (And you wish it were true).
"Your family doesn't know everything about you," Clark says. "You once tried to start a fire with a magnifying glass... It took nine fucking hours... Then you remembered you're afraid of fire."
Baring a sense of accountability, Clark strategically crafts an 'experience' for her fans. Speaking on why nothing is left to chance, Clark told Village Voice: "People have spent money on a ticket, and maybe that money is the equivalent of them spending a day of their life at their job, or half a day. Money is absolutely time."
Bathed in an auditory dance between digital and (seemingly) analog sounds, your mind is free to fixate on every detail Clark provides--down to her blue mascara--if you're lucky enough to get that close to the stage.
Clark baby-steps to and from the mic stand in graceful robotic movements--stage mannerisms which will forever encourage critics to liken her to a 'cyborg'. Donning her new, unruly platinum coif (something Steven Colbert recently compared to Einstein during an interview), and wearing a frock that appears embellished with a floral blood splatter, it's difficult to not compare Clark to an outer-worldly being.