7th Level Music

I must admit that the Pitchfork Music Festival crams a lot of stuff into a small park.  I’m used to larger spaces like Levitation Austin, but Pitchfork gets a lot of bang for its buck at Chicago’s Union Park.

Speaking of cramming, the lines to get in were long, but moved well when my wife and I got to the festival close to 2:00.  By the end of the day, we were hearing stories of the line to get in wrapping around the block and going the whole length of the park.  One friend posted on Facebook that it was almost as bad as getting into the massive Star Wars Celebration convention.

Once inside, I was surprised to see how close two of the stages are to each other.  The Red and Green Stages are almost a stone’s throw apart.  Mandy and I wondered how noisy it was going to be with the bands playing on each stage, but the Pitchfork programmers wisely schedule the bands so that none are playing on the Red and Green stages at the same time.

We missed Madame Gandhi‘s set, unfortunately, but arrived in time to see Priests.

They played a set that proved post-punk is alive and well and had a fun time.  I later picked up their first record at a record fair located on the park’s tennis courts.  We had plenty of time to wander after their set and that’s when we discovered not only the record fair, but also a print and poster fair, a book fair, a craft fair, and plenty of food vendors.  I walked out of the record fair with not only that CD by Priest, but also CD’s by Waxahatchee, Screaming Females, and Vacation.  I might go back for a Chicago Cubs World Series Champions poster and a cute one of animals reading books.

We wandered to the Red Stage to catch the Thurston Moore Group, who put down a loud punk / noise rock set with hammering guitar solos and thunderous bass.  Moore told a funny story about Henry Rollins’ too during the set, so that was a treat.

We went straight back to the Green Stage to catch Danny Brown, who came out to Black Sabbath’s “Iron Man.”  He quickly got the crowd jumping with his crazy rhymes and booming beats.  Water and water bottles were flying in every direction from a mosh pit that broke out in front of the stage.  There was a lot of call and response stuff between Brown and the crowd, who I’m happy to say looked sharp and healthy (check out his lyrics if you’re wondering why I was concerned).

We stayed in our spot for about an hour to wait for LCD Soundsystem, who got a big cheer just from raising the biggest mirror ball I’ve ever seen above their set.

The crowd kept building as their 8:10 start time grew closer.  It was so packed at one point that I had difficulty raising my arms to get this photo.

LCD Soundsystem started their set ten minutes early, bringing seemingly enough people for an Earth, Wind, and Fire tribute band with them.  They burst out of the gate hard and fast, and the crowd seemed to release energy it had been storing all day.  Their big hit “Daft Punk Is Playing at My House” was the second song of the set, so they didn’t waste time.

A mosh pit broke out next to us at one point, and this aging punk rocker had to get into it and show these young hipsters how its done.  Other highlights included “Trials and Tribulations,” a lovely and loud version of “New York I Love You, but You’re Bringing Me Down,” and “You Wanted a Hit.”

I warned Mandy as they started “Dance Yrself Clean.”  “This whole place is going to go ape shit,” I said.  She had no idea what I meant and thought the entire crowd was going to break into a mosh pit.  She was pleasantly surprised when instead we all pogoed when the song kicks into full gear.  It’s as great as you can imagine.

They closed with a wild rendition of “All My Friends.”  It was well worth the waits (the hour before their set, and a few years since they called it quits) to see them.  I had been bummed that I missed them when they were first on the scene, so their set at Pitchfork was my main reason for buying weekend passes.  They didn’t disappoint, and lead singer James Murphy performed with a bad back and keyboardist Nancy Wong with a bum knee – although neither showed much signs of impairment (Murphy stretched at one point, and Wong would sometimes take his arm to walk from one spot on stage to another).

Getting out of the festival was a big harder than getting in since the main entrance and exit isn’t huge.  We plan to look for a VIP exit tonight.  On the way out, a young man behind said to his friends, “Mosh pits were fun when I was a sophomore three years ago.  Now, I’m not so sure.”  The old punk rocker in me wanted to give him a backwards elbow shot to the face and say, “I’m getting into pits at twice your age!”

On the list today is George Clinton and Parliament Funkadelic, Madlib, P.J. Harvey, S U R V I V E, and A Tribe Called Quest.  We also plan to meet up with some old friends we haven’t seen in a while (one in decades), so it should be a good time.

Keep your mind open.