Apologies to those of you who find me here, looking for porn of a certain singer who dares use just my last name (as a stage name, no less – her real name is Anne Erin Clark – which just proves to me my last name is super awesome).
We could be related, perhaps, but I’m pretty sure she isn’t baring her guts on a blog. She may have had threesomes but hopefully they won’t be written about in excruciating detail (yes, mine are in progress). Given the travel schedule of musicians, it’s possible she has a long distance relationship. I sincerely hope it’s going better than mine did.
One thing we do have in common – I’m a pretty darn good singer. You won’t find me admitting this in real life – because that statement is usually followed with a demand of song, or karaoke. Once it ended with me singing on stage with an award-winning (like, the Grammy kind) band as backup, to an audience of music aficionados. Which was exhilarating (when one asked me how long I had been a singer) and mortifying (I’m not so good at improvising) at the same time.
So I forgive you for thinking I might be that St. Vincent.
But yes, there’s another St. Vincent out in pop-culture land now. I saw the movie poster on the weekend. I’m no Bill Murray. Other than occasionally being funny (especially when drunk, naturally), I’m not sure Bill and I have much in common. I will keep an eye on my searches and will let y’all know.
And I do hope that this St. Vincent and all her “talents” remain enough.