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June 7, 2009 - Meg Alexander
This weekend I went to see St. Vincent, an indie band fronted by guitarist/singer Annie Clark, at First Ave in Minneapolis.

The show was amazing, but that's not what I'm going to write about. Sitting in the balcony next to my friend and I was a young man in his 30s, eager to show off his St. Vincent memorabilia and talk about the gazillions of concerts he's attended. He asked what shows I've gone to, and I had to confess I hadn't been to First Ave since my freshmen year of college. The show was either Built to Spill or Fugazi, I'm not sure anymore which came first.

Anyway, I told the guy I was hopefully going to see Elvis Perkins in July in Chicago, and he nonchalantly told me he'd seen EP perform, but had left early. Even as I was freaking out, the guy went on to say his fans are really fanatical. Redundant, of course, since the word "fan" comes from the word "fanatical," but still, I was offended. How could anyone not be fanatical about such great music???

And then I remembered. It's music. It's subjective, as is all art. And what is music to my ears, could be caterwauling to the next person. So please excuse my fanaticism and allow me post yet another Elvis Perkins' video, and while I'm at it, how about a clip of St. Vincent rehearsing one of her new songs.


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