St. Vincent just released a new album that is getting fairly decent reviews. I'm sure I'll listen to it soon and love it and want to post tracks from it, but until then I am going to write about my experience with St. Vincent to date.

Short version only today: I fell in love with this album, but then I realized all the songs are nonsensical bullshit for the most part and stopped liking it so much. A few of the songs hold up decently, like this one, which may or may not be about sex. I don't know why it bothers me so much, Michael Penn's songs are mostly entirely nonsense, but they've got spirit to 'em. St. Vincent's material is purely aesthetic pleasing, with no real spirit or soul for the most part. "Paris is Burning" is an amazing song, the emotion summoned by the music is pretty rad (same with "Your Lips Are Red" and "Now, Now") and it all sounds great, but on a deeper level there isn't really anything there to look for.

Two cents, etc, that's why I have a website.

The first track off her new album left me feeling kind of the same way, but we'll see what I think of the rest of it.

St. Vincent played guitar in The Polyphonic Spree! I saw her with them probably twice I think. She had big hair.

I've been re-watching John from Cincinnati. This is a good show. Bruce Greenwood's character is a fucking hilarious blowhard jackass. The scenes with him in the hotel room with the blonde, oh my fucking god, so funny. Good acting on the part of Greenwood I guess. If you haven't ever watched this show, you should!

Here's the continuous-playback may 2009 playlist, which is kind of all over the board as far as flow goes.