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St. Vincent
Love This Giant
Strange Mercy
Actor (Bonus Track Version)
Marry Me
St. Vincent Aug 23, 2019
Had the pleasure of being involved in the new Taylor Swift album! Been a fan since tearing up to “Love Story” in a rented Kia on the 405. Jack Antonoff
St. Vincent Aug 19, 2019
Here is what I remember* from this shoot: it was taken at a beautiful home in London in which a very prized parrot lived. The parrot made itself known often —- In that lacerating way only parrots can. I was somewhere in the middle of an extensive press tour for MASSEDUCTION and very jet lagged + the kind of dullsick you get from talking about yourself too much like a used car salesman. I somehow convinced the photographer to let me lie down on the bed as a means of getting a tiny respite. “Wouldn’t It beautiful of I just lie here and close my eyes?” What she captured looks perhaps like dreamy thoughtfulness. It is, in fact, delirious fatigue — and a queasiness from the paint fumes I breathed the previous day (in a *debatably* ill-fated “interview box” —- an 8-foot bright pink cube in which I sat, bathed in bright pink light, at a table fielding questions from UK and European press for 10 hours straight. The problem was, the box had only been painted the day before, so the fumes hadn’t dissipated at all so I just got higher and higher and stranger and stranger...) Alas, she got what really appears to be a sweet moment. And maybe that is what matters. Xx Ac *A deeply flexible reality
St. Vincent Aug 18, 2019
St. Vincent Aug 17, 2019
The new Sleater-Kinney record that I produced is now out!!!
St. Vincent Jul 30, 2019
Oscar night 2018.
St. Vincent Jul 24, 2019
Producing SK in Pantera swag.
St. Vincent Jul 17, 2019
It was so fun to be in the Red Hearse video. I mean —- jack, Sam dew, Sounwave. I’m in. Love those guys lots.
St. Vincent Jul 16, 2019
Dead ringer.
St. Vincent Jul 10, 2019
I'll be joining EDGE: Texas Monthly Festival this November highlighting #Texas culture. Tickets on sale July 15th. For more info visit: #EdgeTMFestival
St. Vincent Jul 06, 2019
Saw my dear friend Cate Le Bon play last night. Magic! She trusted me to do her makeup. Inexplicably. Now that’s love.
St. Vincent Jun 29, 2019
#FastSlowDisco x YoutubeMusic
St. Vincent Jun 27, 2019
Consequence of Sound
St. Vincent Jun 24, 2019
I feel lucky to get to give back to the big cultural collective that is music. Watch more thanks to Genesis USA and produced by BBC StoryWorks. #ad
St. Vincent Jun 22, 2019
There’s been nothing like sharing the elation of a good show with you on this journey. Watch more brought to you by Genesis USA and produced by BBC StoryWorks. #ad
St. Vincent Jun 20, 2019
Music has given me my whole life. I share more about my journey in the video below brought to you by Genesis USA and produced by BBC StoryWorks. #ad
St. Vincent Jun 14, 2019
Sleater-Kinney's 'The Future Is Here' is out now! And the full album, The Center Won't Hold, is now available for pre-order and anticipation: #TCWH
St. Vincent Jun 05, 2019
Um, I’m obsessed with the Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild. Cause I’m an adult.
St. Vincent Jun 04, 2019
Look at this cover girl.
St. Vincent May 31, 2019
I partnered with The Ally Coalition & Microsoft on a community-driven experience that's powered by messages of what Pride means to you. Immersive lighting & a soundscape bring the sentiment to life. Share what #Pride means to you with the hashtag #FeelThePride on Twitter & visit the experience in person at 568 Broadway (at Prince) between June 15-30.
St. Vincent May 29, 2019
Miranda July did this brilliant video for “Hurry on Home”. Brilliant.
St. Vincent May 29, 2019
It was an insane DREAM COME TRUE to work with the women of Sleater-Kinney on their new music.
St. Vincent May 29, 2019
Nicole Kidman in “To Die For”.
St. Vincent May 25, 2019
Came across this sexy still from the I AM A LOT LIKE YOU tour video shoot.
St. Vincent May 15, 2019
I’d really like to see a headline reading “St. Vincent slams ____, etc...” but I can’t think of anything that won’t hurt anyone’s feelings. Can I slam slamming?
St. Vincent May 09, 2019
May 2019 The story behind Actor The internet told me that my second record turned 10 last weekend. I experience time as elastic. I know there are scientific theories regarding this topic that are 1) well known and 2) fascinating but irrelevant for the purpose of this brief (and metaphorical) sentiment. So, I experience time, I imagine, like most people, as elastic. Makes sense, in its way. As musicians, all we have to get best at is timing. Macro and micro. When to sing that lyric. When to play (or more importantly, NOT play) that note. Where to feel that big and little “one.” When the song should keep going. And when the song should end. But 10 years, however one has experienced them, have gone by since I put out a much labored-over record (some of this suffering was avoidable, but I was unaware of how to ford the river at the time without breaking the leg or getting dysentery...) I remember having deep and lengthy conversations about 80’s 4AD and Tones on Tail and late Scott Walker records (the Mussolini and beating meat stuff!) with a producer whose work I admired and decided to work with and who convinced me to work on tape. Turns out, neither of us really knew how to work on tape. Me, being of the burgeoning DIY digital generation with songs a work in progress, used to moving all the puzzle pieces around and he, having no patience for anything that wasn’t his burgeoning polyamorous marriage or recreating Talk Talk’s Laughing Stock. (Genius record and reference. But likely not made with an abusive father figure LITERALLY directing Mark Hollis’s every move.) I’d spent an incredible amount of time making “no hair on its head shall be disturbed” small ensemble arrangements, brutally, on tape. As it became clear that this process with the idealist-cum-emotional-fascist* was not going to end fruitfully, I took my reels and reels of tape to my friend Johnny C. Johnny told me some of the songs sounded like outtakes from the Lion King on Broadway. (God bless, Julie Taymor, but not a compliment in this case...). I was lost. I had all kinds of words and melodies but was so beaten up by the other process that i didn’t know how to tie them with these pristine moments. He told me to go home and write a song in a night. So I wrote “Actor Out of Work” at my mom’s house in my childhood bedroom. I felt like a fraud. I felt like people were frauds. I wanted to be hit. I wanted to hit. Some mid-morning Starbucks-determination at a bizarre Plano studio in a strip mall and a splash of Here Come the Warm Jets and suddenly we had a song. Johnny didn’t like the studio gear. It reeked of a little more than a little money but definitely little taste. But we made it work. We talked about Ramones and Iggy songs and late 70’s guitars plugged straight into consoles and blown up by compressors. We talked about Suicide drum beats. We mocked the giant bean bag chair which served as a couch which was someone’s idea of what musicians do: Lie around. Prostrate. While inspiration gets stoned and says he might strike a little later, he just has some shit to do... (u up?). No. You’re not up. And anyway, like eating, I prefer to stand when I “create.” I remember recording the piano on “The Party”. Painstakingly. As I was and am somehow always confused as where my hands should go. Sometimes a gift. Sometimes a liability. But luckily, never a thoroughly modern #metoo. (Zing!) Piece by piece, Johnny and I went through and completely reworked every song and idea. Lots of Hunky’s veggie burgers and Subway sandwiches and talking. Talking sincere. Talking shit. Making each other laugh with stories about growing up. About Texas. About growing up in Texas. I remember finishing the record. The relief and panic. And having my mama drive me to the DFW airport immediately afterward, because I was meant to play a few shows in Australia. (Being requested in Australia felt like a cultural coup. Yet after recording, I felt so strange and raw. And then I had to fly across the world in steerage to be another breed — a performer of a person. When I wasn’t sure what person I was after finishing this album.) There is no time to process during process. As Joni Mitchell sang, you’re just “living on nerves and feelings” before sensing you have done something. And you hope people will hear it. And hear you. And hear themselves. In the songs; I was the empty swimming pool. I was the coward who wanted an iron spine. I was the kid hiding under the bed from a predator. I was the televangelist selling lies but spreading hope. I was the ashtray with the stubbed out cigarette waiting to be cleared by the beleaguered late night bar staff. So were you. You were everything. I was just the same. But brand new. I wanted to be if not free, something just a little closer to it. I haven’t listened to that record in a while. I have always likened listening to older work to looking at junior high year book photos. If one is lucky, one can muster compassion for one’s younger self. Recognize that time is elastic. Notes are elastic. Lyrics elastic. Could have been anything. Any songs, any ideas at all, anyone at that time. But it was those songs and those ideas and that process and that person. And I am (humbly) proud of it. And so happy that Actor made it to the ears and hearts it did. Love, AC