Watch me jump right off the London Bridge

St. Vincent is tomorrow! I have been looking forward to this concert for months. If you haven’t listened to St. Vincent before, I would describe her as the Alexander McQueen of music. Her sound is avant garde and warmly disjointed. Melodically disconnected dissonance. To say it’s unique is being subtle.

Her last album, the self-titled St. Vincent, is an ode to the age of technology, where Annie Clark (St. Vincent) takes us on a skittering cyborg’s journey through the twenty first century. The single off the album, Digital Witness, has Clark crooning lines that resonate with the millennial generation in a way most artists have struggled with:

Digital Witnesses, what’s the point of evening sleeping? If I can’t show it, if you can’t see me, what’s the point of doing anything?”

Annie Clark a.k.a. St. Vincent.

Annie Clark a.k.a. St. Vincent.

One thing that I absolutely adore about Clark is her ability to intertwine literature, poetry, pop culture, satire and modern apathy into her songs. The final track on the St. Vincent album, Severed Crossed Fingers, is an homage to American novelist Lorrie Moore’s “Collection of Short Stories.”

“He thinks of severed, crossed fingers found perfectly survived in the wreckage of a local plane crash last year”

A song about hope even when the situation is completely hopeless. I love the imagery. Clark said in an interview “You’re really hoping it works out, and in the end it just doesn’t.”

Her previous albums such as Strange Mercy, Marry Me and Actor are equal masterpieces. Strange Mercy (my favorite album) is self-described by Clark as her interpretation of a 60s housewife on barbiturates. Songs like Cruel, Strange Mercy, Cheerleader, Surgeon and Chloe in the Afternoon are equally avant garde but have a more conventional melodic composition, occasionally spinning out into the disjointed dissonance, which is more prominent on St. Vincent.

She’s also just a total bad ass guitar goddess who puts most dudes to shame. Her insane riffs will raise the hair on the back of your neck and send butterflies humming in your gut. She’s that good.

Her shows are highly choreographed, and the rest of her band are in on the action. During songs like Birth in Reverse her bassist and keyboardist will perform choreo, perpetrated by Clark. It’s an over-the-top, confusing, brilliant performance from top to bottom.

St. Vincent will be playing at The Fillmore in Miami tomorrow night and you can expect a full breakdown of the show here on Tuesday. See you then, digital witnesses!

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Do you hear the people sing

The will of the people is an incredible thing. Like a domino effect, the tides turn — not just in one nation, but in many — when people get fed up. You have to reach the end of your rope, put your foot down and say “no more.” It happened in the Arab Spring in Egypt and Syria. It’s still happening in Ferguson, Mo. And now it’s beginning in Hong Kong.

What I love about this is it goes to show how strong human will is. When people want freedom, when an injustice has be served society doesn’t just roll over and accept it. They get mad. They band together. And they demand something be done. The power of the human heart to demand its voice be heard as a collective is the most powerful force in the world.

I really hope in my lifetime I get to cover one of these protests or movements. And the thing I love the most about these demonstrations is that they’re started by college-aged kids. The Arab Spring and the Hong Kong protests were all started by students who saw government taking too much control, overstepping its bounds and said, “absolutely not.”

And people say our generation doesn’t care about anything but iPhones and Facebook.

We are the most intelligent, most engaged, most well-connected generation of all time and there is no force of government that can stop us.

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Photo by Ivan Watson/CNN

There’s a picture circulating online of a banner in Hong Kong with words from Les Miserables, which reads, “DO U HEAR THE PEOPLE SING?” I grew up with Les Miz, and prior to that image, I really never knew what that line meant.

“Do you hear the people sing, singing the song of angry men? It is the music of a people who will not be slaves again. When the beating of your heart echos the beating of the drums, there is a life about to start when tomorrow comes.

Do you hear the will of the people? It is a song that cannot be unheard. We are here. We are not slaves to the government. The government works for us. And the youth of the world knows this and refuses to be pushed. I find it highly inspiring that there is a great and glorious future lead by this generation ahead of us.

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I thought I would be happy by now

I think about why things happen to me a lot. Good things, bad things. Things. I just wonder about all the different scenarios and coincidences that led me to this moment.

Things aren’t feeling awesome right now (I’m lying. They are pretty great, actually. I’m just having a moment.), but my hope is making a change will put me on the path to feeling better. This is another time I wish I was already there. Already healed. Already recovered. Already returned to happiness. Maybe that’s my problem. Maybe I’m so busy wishing to be there — wherever that is — I can’t stop and appreciate here. Something for me to work on, I guess.

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Brookyln, Brooklyn take me in

Screen Shot 2014-07-24 at 3.35.43 PMHello internet. It’s time to start a big girl blog, and so, here we are. This is going to be a quick entry but I hope you’ll take a look around and let me know what you think. I’ve been hard at work on editing my Belize story (longer post explanation on that to come), but every time I feel like I’m starting to perfect it, I find that it’s all wrong and needs a major overhaul. I think this is just one of the pratfalls of being a writer, but it’s rough.

Anyway, it’s almost 3 a.m., and I have classes to sleep through in the morning — SIDENOTE: I’ll warn you now, a theme of this blog for the next six to eight months will be the angst of a 24-year-old college student. It won’t be bad, I promise. I just need to transfer some of this annoyance into cyber space — so I’m going to get to bed in a minute.

I’m going to New York next month (although I really had my heart set on seeing the boyf in Los Angeles) and I am so excited to get a break from Fort Myers. It’s weird. I know in like three to five years, when I’m settled into my apartment on St. Marks and First in the East Village, I’ll be sifting through wrinkled laundry, trying to find something suitable for an interview with some envelope-pusher or big-wig in the city, and I’ll have a momentary flashback to my college days in Florida and deep nostalgia will set in. I’ll actually miss this place.

But right now, all I can think of is getting to that point. I can’t wait.

Thanks for stopping by.

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