Marlon and I took a vacation a couple of weeks ago that we kicked off at the Pitchfork Music Festival in Chicago. We flew in late on Friday so had to miss attractive acts like Sharon van Etten (coming to the Jefferson in October, though!) and Beck, but Saturday and Sunday had plenty of good ones in store. We spent most of Saturday with Lee, an old friend of Marlon’s whose wedding we’d be attending the following weekend in Champaign; and parts of Sunday with Stephanie, a high school friend of mine, and her boyfriend Darrel.
We were pretty amped up for a few of the night shows: St. Vincent, FKA twigs, and Neutral Milk Hotel. St. Vincent’s set opened with a HAL/“Fitter Happier”-sounding voice requesting that we don’t “digitally capture” our experience and I chose to obey the robot. But hey, someone else got the whole set on tape so. Go nuts.
It was a pity to have to dip out early to catch twigs, but also worth it. Think she’s really starting to blow up.
And due to allegedly typical stage fright (or something to that effect), Neutral Milk Hotel did not have their big screens on, and the stage was poorly lit, so that experience was a mostly audio one… Played pretty much everything you’d want to hear, though. Glad to have had the Jeff Mangum solo experience last year, as well.
Sunday I briefly joined Ollie in foxhood:
Then we saw Perfect Pussy, and in an attempt to get a picture of her armpit hair, I took a bunch of pictures, so I made a gif.
Then we went and had a photo shoot at a nearby bar until it made sense to actually attempt to get an Uber.
Oh and I made a big playlist with songs from all the festival bands, to include the ones from Friday.