Last night was pretty good for me.  I went and saw St Vincent play, that was certainly good.  On account of the good music.  Then I came home and listened to all 3 Big Star albums.  I don’t think they are connected really other than me staying up for 3 hours after, I just wasn’t tired.  That happens after a good show, I am way too wired to sleep, I would much prefer to just stay up all night and bask in the glow of the experience.  A tumblr buddy of mine wildflagsure was actually deciding between a new guitar and going to see St. Vincent in Rome and my immediate suggestion was to go to the show.  This is because in the end experiences are what I think we remember.  Now, I say this as someone with a lot of stuff.  A lot of records especially.  And I love them all.  But the real truth is as much as I love say… my Fugazi albums, my memories of when I saw them live are much more precious to me.  So I am glad I got to see St. Vincent because I never had before.  And there are things you learn at a show you don’t learn listening to a record.  Like, I can listen and know Annie Clark is an awesome guitarist but you can’t always get the charisma of great stage presence through anything but being there.  This all struck me as I watched her because she very much feels like a rock star to me on stage, which is unfortunately not a moniker you’ll see a lot of people give women.  And I almost want to go into a long story here about that but I’ll just say this is because largely people are dicks and diminish what women do.  Which I am sure some people will think I am doing by posting her here but… I can take it, I took the criticism last time.  The truth is I really, really enjoyed seeing her live and I happen to find myself extremely attracted to artists whose art touches me.  I mean, my dash is usually covered in pictures of her and I get that she is pretty but there is something special about the music and what it can do.  Today I want to fuck St. Vincent.