I have to admit I was skeptical. Really, how well could a St. Vincent performance go over at an outdoor festival? Having been a fan of
Annie Clark and her eccentricities for some time now, I had always been
of the mind she and her band were meant for the smallest, darkest, and
most obscure venues. In fact, the first few songs made me feel as though
I had entered some sort of Tim-Burton-directed Disney movie-- the Snow
White-esque Clark, in her oversized black sunglasses and bright orange
dress, was orchestrating some of the most whimsically dark, yet
beautiful, tunes my ears have experienced. As the set progressed, things
became less light, more dark, and a little more weird and Clark's
movements followed suit, becoming increasingly erratic. By the time
"Marrow" began I was convinced the field we were standing in was no
longer a lush, green meadow--it had been transformed into a barren
wasteland filled with sweaty, entranced hipsters, hungry for something
unexpected. I don't want to speak on the behalf of others, but I'm
almost certain all in attendance walked away feeling pleasantly
surprised and totally fulfilled. My only request: please be weider.
St. Vincent - Actor Out Of Work
Photography by Spencer Wells.
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