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.

There are actually lots of things I could write about St Vincent to start this post off.  Especially because over the past 2.5 years I have been doing this blog there have been a handful of times I almost posted her.  Almost.  Sometimes that happens.  Some people are harder to find pictures of I like.  In my search for something post worthy I get frustrated and even a little annoyed with them, how dare they not make my life easier by like… emailing me pictures?  Anyway, there have been multiple times I have thought about it so there are things I could say but… none of it really would be the reason she’s posted today.  Today she is posted because my dear friend whole-lies-and-half-smiles became obsessed with her like… a month and a half ago?  I dunno, at some point in time.  She does that, I get it, the same thing happens to me.  Probably to all of us who are inclined to suddenly decide celebrity X is the hottest person on the planet.  Anyway, as a result about 90% of her posts seem to be pictures of Annie Clark.  If I was smart I would save them as they pop up but I don’t.  Anyway, that’s the real reason St. Vincent is here today (and I still haven’t decided what name to use at this point, it’s so stupid but like, St. Vincent feels strange but it is definitely how she’s better known, right?  Only a few sentences left, I better decide!)  Clearly I have been worn down by the assault of images.  To the point that I had a dream about her last night.  And it’s like, ok, I give in, your music is great, you’re pretty, you have agents on tumblr doing nothing but putting pictures of you on my dash.  You win.  Today I want to fuck St. Vincent.