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St. Vincent in Los Angeles [YAWN]

What the eff happened to St. Vincent?
(Anyone? Bueller?)
I went to the El Rey last week specifically for Annie Clark’s Eddie-Van-Halenesque shredding, but instead got more of the makings of an adolescent recital. (Or quite simply, something my mother would go see off [off, off] Broadway.) There was no fanfare, no drama, no exceptional musicianship of any kind. I actually found myself yawning. YAWNING at a St. Vincent show! (Can you imagine?) I have seen Annie perform at least a dozen times [and up until last Thursday, I considered myself an über fan]. She’s ALWAYS been nothing short of amazing… I’ve seen her play solo shows where it sounds as if an entire orchestra is on stage with her, I’ve seen her play rock n’ roll full band shows, but nothing [NOTHING] prepared me for last what happened at the El Rey. Her new record, ‘Actor’ is stunning, but it just doesn’t translate live. Truly a disappointment. (I’m being slightly dramatic, but I had such high expectations.)
She is on Letterman tonight (my TiVo is set) and I am hoping for a miracle.
(I’ll obviously keep you posted.)

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