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April 26, 2009

St. Vincent: Jesus Saves, I Spend



Annie Clark has a whimsical way of saying "no comment". "Can I call my hypothetical therapist?" she asks, her eyebrows performing an elaborate little dance of amusement, when I ask whom the dark-edged lyrics from her latest album Actor are directed at.

I suspect if I did approach her fictional shrink for answers, I'd be asked to take a seat and wait in line. First there's her mother, maternal anxiety sharpened by the ambivalent relationship metaphors that pepper the 26-year-old's songs. "My mum often asks, 'Are you OK?' and I go, 'Yeah, I'm just fine,'" she says, though lines such as "I'm spending all my days in the garden-grey pallor of lines across your face" are probably not the best way of allaying parental concern.

Posted by Ghost of a flea at April 26, 2009 10:37 AM