ST VINCENT STORY
So yesterday evening I went to go see indie rock / prog guitarist and songwriter St. Vincent. For example,
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bc1zsGIQVlU
During the first song of the set, she left her ridiculously big pedal board and came to the lip of the stage to get up close and personal. This was in a very large club / small theatre; maybe 400-500 people? So she walks up and she is literally foot to face with me (as I am sitting in the front row.) She looks down, I give the metal horns, she smiles and the gig goes on.
Then at the end of the set during the last song (Your Lips Are Red, Danny), they go into this extended outro that goes through several different phases; prog, pop, etc etc. One of them is your typical noise rock outro; think Sonic Youth. So she leaves the safety of her microphone again and moves out to the lip of the stage, walks up and down and then ends up in front of me again. (The luck!)
She then starts very violently banging the guitar before dropping down and nearly killing me with it. (Those Harmonys have sharp headstocks, just so you know.) She then starts banging at it and flinging it at my head (I shit you not), while I'm fist pumping away and going "fuck yeah" like an incompetent fool watching a very pretty lady beat a vintage guitar to shit in front of me.
As I'm being enthusiastic, she looks up, and makes eye contact. Seeing this, she sort of motions for me to come forward, however, I am a fool and do not do so. So she instead grabs my hand and smacks it against the strings of the guitar; I finally get the hint and start slamming the damn thing. She smiles, I smile, this continues for a few seconds and then she pulls it out of the audience and goes back to playing it as normally as possible.
So there's your story, guys.