I didn't know the St. Vincent existed when my friend Richard drew a picture of it on a napkin.  This is what happens when there is poor communication.

This guitar is actually red underneath the teal/aqua/whatever-your-eye-tells-you-it-is top coat.  When it gets chipped and dropped and banged, it will kind of look like its bleeding.  That's the idea anyway.  One solid piece of Manitoba's Interlake's finest ash; Beardsell Jazzmaster pickups, ebony fretboard on a birdseye maple neck, one volume knob and a switch.