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.

Day for Night Offers an Optimistic Vision of the Apocalypse

In most locales north of the equator, festival season is over, but the Gulf South stays warm long enough to extend its debauchery well into the fall. Even in Houston, though, a mid-December music festival seems ill-advised. Last year during Day for Night, the weather almost cut the party short as gale-force winds toppled tents and brought in a cold front that dropped the temperature into the 30s at night.

Last week: St. Vincent had skin in the game

If you were to judge on appearances alone, you might not guess that Annie Clark is first and foremost a rock musician. Based on her high-fashion stage attire (a minidress featuring bleeding eyes and mouths fashioned out of sequins, and a bob dyed grey), you might expect her scripted monologues, staged dancing, and adroit cultural references.

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