Another year, another Pitchfork and despite crap weather it turned out to be the best yet. The secret to these outdoor festival things is shoot for comfort. Leave a day early and a day late, eat heartily beforehand, bring water, bring advil, wear sunscreen, know your own schedule and leave time for the all important sitting. So great to be so blissfully tired in Chicago at night.
More: Pretty much the best photographic collection of this weekend imaginable.
From one concert to the next, it’s been a busy week. Catch you Monday! (Do get in touch if you’ll be in Chicagogo this weekend though.)
Today’s fist-pump discovery: buried among the troves of glory archive.org collects is this massive collection of live bootlegs from 3,078 groups. I mean… final Hum gig, both Dismemberment Plan reunion shows, 15 Fastball shows, tons of Do Make Say Think, and maybe 5,557 Grateful Dead boots (why 5,000+ are needed is beyond me, but hey).
Caught Larry King Live at the gym tonight and I can’t help but wonder how the $ can be at its lowest ever vs. the € and a bank can collapse and yet all the media wants to talk about is inflammatory satire. Priorities, people.
Additionally, there are these two and I hope you enjoy.
Oh hey, so uh… I miss you. Let’s start talking again. This old place needs a little bit of sprucing up but I’ve got time and—suddenly—the energy. You might even get some damn permalinks out of me (I know, right?) Anyway, I’ve been up to stuff over here and I did this other thing a while ago and there’s some more stuff but god only knows if they’ll ever see the light of day. But you know how these thi—ah, well, for another time. Sooner than later.