St. Vincent Made a Show of Her Show at the Civic

From the start, St. Vincent made it clear that her show was a show Monday night. A stage hand pulled back the curtain on the Civic just enough to reveal St. Vincent—Annie Clark—standing alone stage left, where she stood still at a microphone and sang “Marry Me,” backed by a pre-recorded café accordion. Clark cut a severe figure in a pink vinyl dress and pink vinyl thigh-high boots with her black hair slicked back. The theatricality of that look and opening called into question what we see and hear at concert.

The Dream Rebel Flies the Glam Flag in 2017

David Bowie circa Ziggy Stardust and T. Rex around Electric Warrior and The Slider were more than just the sum of their heavy rock parts. In addition to dense, distorted Les Pauls, big drums, wells of reverb and sing-along choruses, they sketched our an early ‘70s vision of a rock ’n’ roll future, one where sexuality, style and storytelling leaned toward the poetic.

The Grammys and all Those Cellos

The Grammys are often dismissed as behind the times, and some of it is inescapable. All voting members vote in the marquee categories, so engineers, producers, liner note writers, album designers, members of the classical music wing, and everybody else who’s a member of NARAS gets a vote on Album of the Year, Song of the Year, Artist of the Year, and so on.

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