Annie Clark, the phenomenal guitar/multi-instrumentalist who named her debut record after an Arrested Development catchphrase, is better known as St. Vincent.
She is also known as the woman I’ll be seeing perform on Wednesday while surrounded by countless other lonely, pining slobs.
Here she is on a bed in France:
Okay, seriously? Just look at that picture for a second. Then listen to her. And then remember that she’s also in Dirty Projectors. What’s next? You’ll tell me she loves peanut butter, Arrested Development, Sam Cooke, and wants to play “That’s What You Get” on Rock Band (she’ll sing)?
The world can be so cruel to [...]
On Sunday, my Philadelphia Phillies blasted the Tampa Bay Rays in game 4 of the World Series. But I didn’t get to see a single moment of it. Why? Because I was too busy witnessing this utter horseshit:
She’s Swedish, she’s adorable, she covers “Can I Kick It?” live, and she’s on the verge blowing the hell up. This is practically all I know of Lykke Li, the latest indie swoon-bait melting the hearts of lonely music bloggers everywhere.
Oh, and I know this: you can add me to the pathetic list of the [...]