Jul
19

Pitchfork Festival Day 2: No Age, Wild Nothing, Gang Gang Dance, DJ Shadow, and

Aaron Frank is not pictured in this photo. Or is he? Enter No Age, on a broiling Saturday afternoon, rocking the Red Stage with supreme LA skate-punk thrash.  They were awesome, but you already knew I was going to say that. Or maybe you watched the streaming performance online where the crowd went Flocka for… Continue reading »

Jul
16

Pitchfork Festival 2011, Day One: EMA, Curren$y, Das Racist, James Blake, and Animal Collective

Aaron Frank did not receive free Chipotle. Otherwise, things are going swimmingly.  More Photos available here. With six years of facial hair growth, the Pitchfork Festival in Chicago has garnered a lofty rep for curating one of the more singular Summer festivals. They veer towards eclectic bands on the ascent or they revisit their rise… Continue reading »

Jul
21

Pitchfork Day 3-I Now Pronounce You Hip-Stock

Every time I inasmuch as mention the word “hipster” on the blog these days, some Mensa Mind has to scrawl some stupid, scurrilous statement about how “maaan, all you do is stereotype hipsters and make egregious generalizations and you, Jeff Weiss, are the worst writer in the history of time. Plus, you’re behind the closing… Continue reading »

Jul
20

Pitchfork Festival Day 2-Don’t Call it A Comeback, I’ve Been Here For Like A Day

Sometimes, on your own, you arrive at the realization that “hey, it isn’t so bad. I’m attending a music festival for free in a very beautiful city and even though I’m trying hard not to gawk at the mustachio’d sailer-hatted hipster either in the merchant marines or an aspiring killer clown, things is alright.” But at other times,… Continue reading »

Jul
19

Pitchfork Festival Day 1-The Airing of Grievances

A Pitchfork seems like the appropriate emblem. After all, it’s been a hellish last two days, culminating with this moment right now, my friends already having set off for the festival at the absurdly early crack of noon, abandoning me to pump Fela on my iPod in a Chicago Barnes and Noble, spitting venom on… Continue reading »