For St. Vincent, it's all in the details
At the tender age of 25, Annie Clark waxes rhapsodic about the good old days, days spent locked in her bedroom in suburban Dallas with no clue about what's cool. She didn't have any snobby friends telling her not to listen to jazz. She consumed copious quantities of Alice Coltrane, Captain Beefheart, and cabaret. She discovered the riot grrrls and ... (Full article: 931 words)
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