ST. VINCENT: The Party
Dang. Annie plucks the tobacco fingertips, drying-out contacts and staring whoopsies from early morning hours and throws them into prose pretty eloquently. Crushes. Parties. Summer.
Also I must admit that I avoided St. Vincent for far too long solely because she looks kinda like my ex’s former current. But, you know, they broke up so it’s cool to start listening now.
Everything I do or don’t do is based completely on logic.60 plays