Sweat, dirt, and rock & roll.
I just came home from the end of the Pitchfork Music Festival, thoroughly tired, covered in dirt, and slightly burnt.
Despite the ridiculously hot weather, it was amazing to see how many people turned out for the event. It never fails to amaze me how many parents will bring their young kids to music festivals like that–I’m sure that if I have kids, I’ll want to get them started on a healthy diet of indie rock quite early too.
I don’t have any particularly remarkable stories from the weekend, but I do think that the sort of music scene that Chicago has really lends itself well to this particular festival. Aside from that, the bottled water was only a buck and there were no Marine recruiters, unlike some other large festivals I can think of … The people who run this festival could totally rip the atendees off, but they don’t. It seems like simple ethics, but it’s becoming increasingly rare. Good work, Pitchfork.
Frankly, I’m just really interested in hearing everybody’s thoughts on the Pitchfork Fest … comment away!
My mini-report later at my site. An awesome weekend, what was not to like? Too hot but great artists, great people, very well run festival. My favorites, and I liked just about every artist, The National, Futureheads, Ted Leo and Band of Horses. Even got to meet and drink with some artists. This one will be hard to top!
Ted Leo Kicked Ass.
I absolutely loved Mission of Burma. Rock knows no age limits.
CSS was amazing, fun, and the crowd loved ’em.
I was disappointed in Aesop Rock, but head over heels for Jens Lekman.
PS. Wishbone’s watermelon lemonade is a godsend.