Tune into City Pulse this week as your host Berl Schwartz interviews various people about events and issues in the Lansing community. On the show this week we hear from a variety of guests including:

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The lights drop, the bass thumps, and on stage a black shadowy figure appears, all of a sudden the lights shoot up and there stands St. Vincent in all her glory ready to perform and say hello to her hundreds of fans. Although, the concert didn’t begin with a bang, but instead started off as a slow and treacherous escapade, I don’t regret any of the events that occurred.

One of the few events that made this concert different from other concerts is that the opening act did exactly the opposite of what their title entails, to not open for the main performer. Noveller, this show’s opening act, went on late, after all of us had situated ourselves in the proper positions best to catch a glimpse of Annie Clark. It would not have been that bad considering that we had all been listening to droning electronic music for the last hour and a half of this concert. The music was on constant repeat and at one point all the songs that were playing began to blur together; blood was beginning to get a little hot at this point. Not to bash Noveller or anything, but it when you keep an audience waiting for almost two hours for a random act that none of us really know, it makes tensions rise. What pained me the most was not only was Noveller a really great performer, but the attention span that most of had at the time was close to zero. When an artist that you have no idea who they are comes onto stage to play ambient music, you begin to question life. Questions like “You’ve got to be kidding me!?” or “When will this end?” began to fill the minds of not only myself but as well as the vocal people around me.
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