I attended my third Pitchfork Music Festival last week, and it seems to be following the trajectory of the greatest trilogy in cinematic history – Back to the Future.
- Pitchfork 2008 was my introduction into a new world of music festivals (or time travel)
- Pitchfork 2009 took it to an even higher level with multiple epic bands (or hover boards)
- Pitchfork 2010 took a step back (or Mary Steenburgen).
Let me first point out that the crew I rolled with was stellar. They are exempt from my less than glowing review.
- Tom (host and brother)
- Paul (newbie and loudmouth)
- Crystal (girl and vodka-smuggler)
- Pat (future Mr. St. Vincent and industry insider)
- Joey (Venom enthusiast and a 3.7 rating)
Now, onto the music:
Comedy stage: We never ventured to the comedy stage on Friday, and my most accounts, that was a good thing. Michael Showalter, who I love, apparently bombed. And the rest had to talk over rock bands. Who do you think won that battle? My guess is that the comedians got pretty frustrated with this, and snapped at the band stages just like Huey Lewis snapped at Marty McFly’s band during their talent show audition.
Robyn: The pop star was doing her set while we were waiting in the ID bracelet line…and the beer ticket line…and the beer line (there’s gotta be a better way!!!). By the time we had a beverage, her set was pretty much done. But she’s not really in my wheelhouse (I didn’t know she was in Pitchfork’s wheelhouse, either), so I didn’t mind listening from a distance. I saw her on Letterman this week, and think that during her Pitchfork set, I probably would have just stared at her chipped tooth anyway. She must be one tough cookie. Is she the female goon in Griff’s posse?
their self-titled song last instead of their other single “Bang Pop,” it was well worth getting to the park early.
Panda Bear: Tom reported that most people were tweeting “more like Panda Bore!” during whatever Panda Bear wanted to call it (A performance? No, there was nothing to watch. A set? No, there were no clear starts/finishes to songs. Concert? Hell no). But I should get too worked up. We just sat on the ground in front of LCD’s stage waiting for the real deal.
density…I mean, their destiny.
Surfer Blood: We sat down in the shady corner while this band played. We definitely thought it was enjoyable to listen to….while sitting in a shady corner. At that point, there wasn’t much that would have gotten us to stand up and actually watch a band. But they certainly didn’t push us away. I think that’s a win.
how well that goes over.
Just like Back to the Future III has the components of everything I love about the first two films (time travel, allusions to previous films, Doc freaking out) while in no way living up to them, it felt like this year’s festival had everything I love (a festival in the city, reasonable start/stop times, exposure to new music) while still leaving a bit to be desired. But let’s be honest. Even if Pitchfork pulls a BTTF III and goes western next year, I’ll be there, ready to help get that train up to 88!
Best Performance: LCD Soundsystem
Best New (to me) Band: Local Natives
Band I Regret Not Seeing: Here We Go Magic
Band That Is Most Likely To Inspire Dave Chappelle to Return to Comedy: Major Lazer