😱😱 This is gonna be fun. We're so lucky to have you@st_vincentnt !
Our first ever weeklong music residency starts tonight - tune in at 11:35/10:35c o@CBSBtwitter.com/st_vincent/sta…nR
This bitch arrived. It can go at my mama’s house next to the picture of me from junior year high school show choir — wearing a black sateen jacket with festive red cummerbund. #razzledazzle
#StVincentxGANT is out now! I'm thrilled to celebrate the ‘Daddy's Home’ era with the #GANT capsule collection. We interpreted the 1970s spirit into incredibly well-made pieces that you can wear in all kinds of ways. Shop the collection: lnk.ilovestvincent.com/GANT
Announcing my new collaboration with #GANT! We’ve created a limited-edition Daddy's Home era capsule that I'm excited to share with you soon. Launching July 13, 2022. Stay tuned. #StVincentxGANTgant.com/?cgid=newslett…
STV UNPLUGGED IN BEXHILL!!! Good pals, Brexit and Covid, have conspired to fuck us on freight, but rather than wallow in sorrow, WE have decided to give Bexhill a very SPECIAL STV performance. Behold —STV UNPLUGGED!!! It’ll be RAW ACOUSTIC POWER. Be there or be square. -AC
"I've been a mega fan of her for a very long time."
In the latest Dream Fuel episode, @arloparks chats with indie extraordinaire @st_vincent about the ‘holy grail' of songwriting, and how they love music that both disrupts and soothes the listener.
Happy Birthday Sir @PaulMcCartney!! Celebrate his birthday with THE RSD SONG OF THE YEAR: “Women and Wives” as part of #RSDDrops at your local indie store. It comes with my remix!
Beginning tomorrow, join St. Vincent along with the ‘Down and Out Downtown’ band for a limited-time rebroadcast of their original #DaddysHome performance! Plus a special post-broadcast virtual hang. Get your ticket here: momenthouse.com/stvincent
UK! Bringing back the pre-show hangs! Look for the upgrade when you buy your tickets in Oxford, Manchester, London and Bexhill-on-Sea. For all tickets visit ilovestvincent.com.
Photo by Dustin Downing on behalf of LA Phil.
“Candy Darling” was the last song I wrote for “Daddy’s Home.” I can’t explain it, but I felt like Candy was guiding me through writing it all, so it only made sense for me to send her home on that last uptown train with a bouquet of bodega roses.
“I wanna be loved” is the truest thing I ever sang. I could primal scream it until my throat bleeds. Say it to yourself enough and you’ll start to cry. But as much as that line is true, I wanna love, too. I really, really do.
So time moves in it’s typically-perceived direction and years later I write a song called, “Daddy’s Home.” And I’m thinking back to those Haitian divorces and that Dr Wu and that smell and time’s all circling back on itself.
I didn’t know what a Babylon sister was, but I sure sang along religiously with my sisters…”So fine so young…tell me I’m the only one…” and the gulf air blowing the smell of tar and Texas throughout a car playing a song unsuitable for children.
It “started” with my earliest memories of road trips, listening to Steely Dan, looking out the window of a car not suited for children, watching the man-of-war laden, oil-slicked beaches of North Padre Island, Texas blur by. “Here come those Santa Ana winds again….”
But the global-event-that-shall-not-be-mentioned made me, like all of us, re-experience and reimagine time. When does something start? When does it end? I set out to make something that had a different kind of relationship to time.
A year was endless travel and tours and interviews and fat airline mileage accounts. A year was longer. A year was much, much shorter. A year into a record release was a little road-burned, a little manic, a little emotionally strung out, but I could sleep.