What St. Vincent Has Been Telling Us All Along: Gender in Juxtaposition

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Annie Clark — aka St. Vincent, ace composer, shredder of a generation, near-future cult leader, semi-reluctant fashion plate — hates being asked the women-in-music question in interviews. Maybe it’s because she is so often asked the women-in-music question in interviews (she and Merrill Garbus of tUnE-yArDs have commiserated on this point: “I feel like every time someone asks, ‘what’s it like to be a woman in music?’ The only difference is probably that you get asked, what’s it like to be a woman in music?”). Earlier this year she told Tom Ashbrook she “looks forward to a day when we are essentially post-gender about music… I’m very excited at the idea that the next generation won’t even have to answer the question.”

THE NEXT GENERATION

SISTER SAY A PRAYER FOR US

Another question Clark has historically demured on, and which people also keep asking anyway, is that pesky old gay-or-straight chestnut. “In the past, I’ve sent requests to interview Annie and was once told ‘she is not out,'” AfterEllen’s Trish Bendix said last week. When people refuse to answer questions about their sexuality, it’s often taken as a sign that they aren’t ready to be open about it: that they’re too private, that they’re afraid of personal or public repercussions, or that they just don’t want to take up the mantle. But maybe the bigger issue — with the “women in music” question, with the “are-you-or-aren’t-you” question — isn’t that people aren’t ready to be asked, but that the questions themselves are too reductive. In next month’s issue of Rolling Stone, reporter Jonah Weiner asks Clark “if she identifies either as gay or straight”:

“I don’t think about those words,” she replies. “I believe in gender fluidity and sexual fluidity. I don’t really identify as anything… I don’t have anything to hide, but I’d rather the emphasis be on music.”

And that’s one funny thing about the ceaseless questions — if you look at the music, so many of the answers have been there all along.

CAPTION

I CAN’T SEE THE FUTURE BUT I KNOW IT’S WATCHING ME

The cover shot for her newest, self-titled album has Clark rocking challenging eyebrows and an electric cloud of chrome-colored hair, arms draped over a pink throne. She has said that while writing the album, she was preoccupied by the Internet — she sings about TVs as windows and surfing Wikipedia on Ambien, and has included several songs about the apocalypse, as opposed to the one or two that popped up on previous albums. I’ve written elsewhere about how the album, despite this new focus, builds on themes Clark has explored from the beginning — alienation, anxiety, and the connecting power of art. But the more I listen to it, the more I think St. Vincent, and the trappings around it (the tour, the costumes, the press blitz), deal most of all with questions of identity and performativity — about how, as she put it in a recent Guardian column about Twitter, “we perform our identities in the analog and digital realm.”

ST VINCENT ALBUM COVER

I CAN SHOW A HAND / OR I CAN SHOW A FIST

I can’t help it — whenever I see the phrase “perform our identities,” I think about gender. This dovetails quite nicely with the fact that whenever I think about St. Vincent I think about gender, and not so much in the women-in-music way. Critics love to point out Clark’s “control” over the St. Vincent project, her ability to keep her art “separate from her personal life” and to, as NPR’s Ann Powers put it, “avoid the confessional in her music,” something that is “not easy for a female artist — women in the arts are almost always assumed to be more naturally emotive than men, and less in control over what they produce. So it’s a huge accomplishment that St. Vincent has succeeded as a construct.”

This, too, has always struck me as reductive, bordering on false. You can laud her control over her project, sure. But I think it’s more accurate and interesting to view that control, including and especially the gendered aspects of it, as part of the project. This tension between performance and reality, between surface and depth, between what’s seen and what is, is present in her music, her videos, her performances — everything that has made her worthy of this much scrutiny in the first place. And as someone else who also “doesn’t really identify as anything” — who also considers this fluidity and these tensions an intractable aspect of who I am, rather than something that keeps me from being anybody — Clark’s music and her project seem, if not blatantly confessional, then certainly extremely personal. To call it anything else is to buy into the strictures she clearly strains against.

IF YOU COULD WANT THAT TOO

THEY COULD TAKE OR LEAVE YOU / SO THEY TOOK YOU AND THEY LEFT YOU

You don’t really have to be genderqueer to relate to this, either — you just have to pay a little bit of attention. Take her earlier videos, which lend themselves very well to the Feminist Commentary Drinking Game. Let’s start with “Cruel,” directed by the duo Terri Timely, which has Clark kidnapped in a convenience store and forced into indentured wife- and motherhood. When she fails to cook, clean, or waltz with enough enthusiasm, she’s ritually buried alive in the backyard. Did you catch those lyrics? “Can’t you see what everybody wants from you? / If you could want that too / Then you’d be happy”? These are the cries of anyone who has ever fought themselves rather than facing the omnipresent “everybody,” and I have a feeling that’s, well, everybody.

Next let’s go to “Cheerleader,” in which an enormous Clark, her face even dewier than usual, is on display at an art museum. When she tries to escape, she crumbles into pieces. This video works on lots of levels — it feels reductive to make a comment about the destructive power of the male gaze. On the other hand, she has no other hand, because it just cracked at the wrist and shattered against the ground. So there you are.

I'VE TOLD WHOLE LIES WITH A HALF SMILE

I’VE TOLD WHOLE LIES WITH A HALF SMILE

Time for a sharp-edged humor break, brought to you by incisive satirist Carrie Brownstein. “Laughing With A Mouth of Blood” takes place in Portlandia‘s feminist bookstore — a hilarious place, but still one that keeps the strictures of the world at bay by setting up even tighter ones (“Excuse me, sir!? This is an in-store, not a riot!”). Out of the wilderness and into the trap — there’s got to be a better way, right?

Next we’ll go to the video for “Marrow,” a trippy meditation on being followed in which Clark walks a shifting line between vulnerable and Messianic. The song was inspired by the Wizard of Oz, specifically the part where Dorothy meets the Wizard. Remember that? “Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain,” the man who fumbles with levers and smoke and green screens in order to project an image concurrent with his aspirations? This is probably the best time to mention that Clark named her first album, Marry Me, after that half-joking offer Arrested Development‘s Maeby Funke has to make to her movie studio bosses in order to mask her youth and inexperience, and project an image concurrent with her aspirations.

H. E. L. P.

H.E.L.P.

Her other videos, though less immediately obvious, still fill out a certain picture. “Actor Out Of Work” has a line of auditioners who vacillate, on command, between primped composure and hysterical weeping. Taken with lyrics that find menace in the distance between surfaces and depths (“you’re a boxer in the ring / with brass knuckles underneath”), it’s another exploration of performativity — the shiftiness necessary to make it day-to-day, from situation to situation, and the possibilities, danger, and power that come with the ability to do that.

YOU'RE A BANDAGE, PULL IT OFF

YOU’RE A BANDAGE, PULL IT OFF

Indulge me, and let’s take a minute to imagine videos for some of the songs that haven’t been given that treatment. What would a video for “Save Me From What I Want” (from Actor), with its escalating siren synths and its perfect birdcage of lyrics, have looked like? For newer joint “Prince Johnny,” in which she and the eponymous prince literally snort the Berlin Wall, that eternal symbol of failed division, before praying to an oscillating sound to be made into Real Boys and Real Girls? What about for “Chloe in the Afternoon,” which refracts an appointment with a dominatrix into a litany of surfaces, materials, and clothing? You can practically see it; you can definitely hear it.

It’s impossible to overstate how closely all this stuff clutches at my heart. I’m a smallish person, with a quiet voice and quiet behaviors that don’t always prove the best conduit for my (often) loud ideas and emotions. When I was a teenager, I’d spend entire Saturdays practicing White Stripes songs in my bedroom, which I pretended was a garage, on my plastic acoustic guitar, which I pretended was an electric, artificially screeching up into the high notes when I sang so that I’d sound more like Jack White, who has to reach farther for them than I do. When I watch Annie Clark be St. Vincent being Steve Albini, growling Big Black songs into a processed microphone, I think: so that’s what that game looks like, turned into a professional sport. Pedals, microphones, body language — all these things can make you even louder than you are in your own head. Juxtaposed with smallness, quietness, and yeah, female-bodiedness, they become louder still. And maybe that juxtaposition is who you really are.

I CAN'T SEE HIM / I CAN'T SEE AT ALL

I CAN’T SEE THEM / I CAN’T SEE AT ALL

St. Vincent’s newest video, for “Digital Witness,” has her in heels and a futuristic hospital smock. As a regimented buzz happens around her — identical women push identical pencils, and a line of uniformed men marches through an enormous parking lot — she sits in the corner of an office or stands alone in the foreground. Her exact role is unclear (is she a patient? a prisoner? some kind of muse?), but there’s the unavoidable sense that something is about to happen, and she’s going to do it. “Get back to your stare,” she sings, smiling suddenly. “I care, but I don’t care.” If you happen to not identify as anything, you can harness these contradictions, use them to create and to critique. The more present the beauty, the more effective the beast; the more total the control, the more powerful it is when it snaps. And it always does.

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    Yes to all of this. Annie Clark’s music is unbound by sound barriers, her aesthetic laughs in the face of the aesthetic, her gender is unphased by binaries. There is an intimate, wonderful queerness about everything she does, and it inspires the hell out of me.

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    I am a connoisseur of WomenandWomenFirst on Portlandia and I had never seen the official video of Laughing with a mouth of blood. Hilarious – the video, and what a great song. I have admired Annie Clark, and Carrie Brownstein and Fred Armisen in Portlandia, (and I love that Annie and Carrie are partners) but only really liked a song of Annie’s through this. I will be exploring more of her stuff. Great article Cara!

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        Well I have read rumours that Annie Clarke and Carrie Brownstein are tying their hearts together emotionally physically and spiritually. And creatively.
        I’ve not heard anything official. But that’s ok because I thrive on rumour, lesbian by association, and the whiff of a if it looks lesbian it probably is a lesbian and probably is in a lesbian relationship with another lesbian. Drawing vast and imaginative leads from various snapshots of human agenda. Seriously though, I believe there is some underground lesbian activity going on. Meetings and study groups. Concerts and variety shows etc.

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    Everything about this article felt amazing. Really solid analyses, Cara. This is why you’re the best explainer.

    This is maybe the best place to let you know that I proposed to my fake-husband with the song “Marry Me” because well, his name is John, but also it has implicit instruction that I can cheat on him (with the ladies) and we’ll all be fine with it.

    St. Vincent – queering my fake-marriages since 2013.

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    Wow, it is so thrilling to read an article by an intelligent writer with such a depth of understanding of everything Annie’s doing with this ongoing St. Vincent project. I am so grateful to you for writing this, especially after delivering a frustrated, only semi-coherent rant to an apathetic friend a few weeks ago about how the whole critical dialogue around St. Vincent being “cold” and “controlled” and thus “impersonal” betrays a a myopic vision of what constitutes “the personal,” particularly in regard to art created by women. I mean, “Prince Johnny” moves me to tears so much so that I use caution when listening in public.

    Also, what you wrote about her cover of “Kerosene” is just so damn smart. And I love how you connected Annie-as-Albini to your private high school attempts to embody Jack White. So, so good.

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      thanks so much applecore! comments like yours are why i write things like this… you think you’re alone in your ideas, and then you get them out there, and it turns out you weren’t at all. and Prince Johnny kind of makes me cry too.

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    She just seems like another cis artist who thinks that when being a cis woman in music is not a big deal, that means the scene will be “post gender.” Yeah right. When nonbinary artists are played on the radio and not constantly misgendered by DJs, then we can talk about the eventual possibility of a post gender music scene.

    Some people have little chance of being treated with basic respect, and she is annoyed by questions she doesn’t find meaningful.

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