St Vincent in Central Park

St Vincent live sounded not unlike Regina Spektor and Sufjan Stevens crumpled into a spitwad and aimed at the head of Thurston Moore. The set started out a little bass-heavy but the capable soundperson soon got the thunderous WOOMPF under control. Meanwhile the thunderstorm was courteous enough to hold off until after the show.



Half the audience appeared to be bona fide St Vincent fans, gathering near the stage. The other half must have wandered in from their leisurely weekend parkgoing to find out what all the rhubarb was about. One enthused fan veered through the crowd, shirtless and wielding a fly swatter, which quickly attracted the attention of several security members who either suspected him of being under the influence of unnatural stimulants or disapproved of him for having so much fun.