St Vincent’s Annie Clark is the patron saint of pop

Annie Clark has gone from an indie waif to counter-culture royalty in front of Ed Power’s eyes. And that ascent hasn’t ended yet

St Vincent’s Annie Clark is the patron saint of pop

Life must be weird for Annie Clark right now. On the afternoon we are to speak, the internet is on fire with speculation the singer — who, as St Vincent, performs smart and lately sassy alternative pop — is to be engaged to Cara Delevingne, most “super” of the current generation of super-models.

For anyone who has followed Clark from her early days as wistful indie chanteuse, this elevation to official red-top person of interest is difficult to process. That her personal life is now fodder for the tabloids is equal parts strange and disquieting, as is the idea that she is the sort of capital C celebrity who moves in the same circles as the New York Fashion Week set.

At the centre of the hurricane, Clark is strikingly unfazed. A higher profile is fine she says with a matter-of-fact shrug. When you have a top five album and every music journalist in the northern hemisphere is swooning over your record, it is inevitable that your name recognition will increase. On a day-to-day basis, the worst she has to endure is an admirer requesting a selfie. She can handle that.

“I have the best fans,” says Clark. “Sometimes they’ll buy me a cookie. What’s not to object about someone buying you a cookie? I mean, seriously. My life feels like a steady stream of good things right now. I feel lucky — very, lucky. It is by no means overwhelming.”

That she is taking insta-celebrity in her stride is probably testament to the accelerated pace of her career this past 18 months. When she released her self-titled fourth album in early 2014, Clark was an up-and-coming cult artist. A year-and-a-half on, she is counter-culture royalty, having won a Grammy for best alternative record and performed as a stand-in for Kurt Cobain at Nirvana’s Rock and Roll Hall of Fame initiation last summer.

“That is like something that happened to another person,” she says, her accent containing just a hint of a Texas twang (she was born in Oklahoma and grew up in Dallas).

“I think about that and it is as if it belongs to another life. Nirvana has always been important to me. I remember my older sister’s friend putting on Nevermind when I was a kid. We spent the whole day skateboarding to it. It wasn’t just about the music — it was a whole cultural shift.”

I’ve met Clark (32) on several occasions, always with a vividly different look (her, not me). The first time was in 2007 at a small hotel in Dublin. She was more or less unheard of and, wearing a beret and charity shop coat, was a picture of indie-kid meekness.

Four years later, we sat on a stoop outside the Button Factory venue in Dublin and sipped coffee as she quizzed me on the best jogging route in Dublin (her original plan to trot gamely along the Liffey Boardwalk was, I suggested, not the wisest, given that she was looking for somewhere scenic and “Irish”).

On our last tĂȘte-Ă -tĂȘte in 2014, however, the transformation was striking. She sported a peroxide dye job and was dressed as Lady Gaga’s idea of Jackie Kennedy — vast mirror shades, an old-style scarf almost, but not quite, concealing her hair. She was pale too — her skin almost translucent, as if she’d spent the previous six months in someone’s basement. She came across quirky and edgy — the very picture of an outrĂ© pop star.

The reinvention was carried through to her live show that night, in which she gave it the full BeyoncĂ©, gyrating and head-bopping along to her new record’s suite of electro-pop.

“You have to remember that the album wasn’t even out at that point,” she says.”We were very early in the process of working out what we wanted the live show to be. I was trying different things. It was a bedding-in period.”

She enjoys trying out new looks, she adds. From David Bowie on, image manipulation has been part of a pop star’s tool kit. It is something she is fascinated by.

“Honestly, it’s just FUN,” she says. “Fashion and all that... It’s pretty irrelevant. It’s not going to change the world or anything like that. But I do enjoy it.”

She circles back to the topic of celebrity. “It is not something I try to be conscious of. [Fame] is not my motivation. I try not to be a ‘product’. For the most part it’s perfectly fine. If someone wants to take a picture of you that’s great. I don’t mind saying ‘hi’.”

What she probably won’t do is ‘like’ your Facebook posts. Clark is wary of social media — a topic she addresses with considerable insight on ‘Digital Witness’, many people’s favourite track on St Vincent. It can be read as a broadside against those who live vicariously through the internet.

“I was questioning the premise that, with all of this documenting of the mundane, we are not living for ourselves,” she says. “We were living to be the product. I am still very self-conscious in terms of what I put out into the world through social media. However, it is a double-edged thing. I judged an event in Brooklyn recently — there are all these incredible comedians and jugglers. I asked ‘how did you learn to do that?’ The answer was that they learned it from YouTube. So it can be a tool as well.”

Clark can’t wait to return to Ireland in July. Her family traces its roots to Cork and, though she’s never been there, the county has a assumed near-mythic status in her people’s folklore (her middle name is “Erin”).

“Coming from Texas, I feel we have a lot in common with Irish people. The Irish, when they arrived in America, were not welcomed with open arms. There is a bit more of the underdog thing — Irish people are really grounded. They don’t have that [sense of superiority] that neighbouring countries might have, shall we say.”

St Vincent plays Iveagh Gardens Dublin, Friday, July 10; Cork Opera House, July 13, and Galway Festival Big Top, July 14

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