We might be a little late to the game, here, but here’s some alternative Pitchfork “Coverage” from FP staff writer Andrew Hertzberg. Enjoy.
2:05 Braid kicks off my Pitchfork weekend at the Threadless pre-party.
3:20 Get to the Blue Stage just in time for Frankie Rose’s first song.
3:50 Strong start to the weekend, but damn that was a short set.
4:15 What the hell is that noise coming from the Blue Stage?
4:45 Yeaaaahh, Trash Talk is going to be really hard to top this weekend.
5:34 Cool off time in the stage for Woods.
6:47 Judging by the lack of songs I know, I really need to listen to more Wire in my life.
7:27 Sorta wish Mikal Cronin had played opposite Joanna Newsom so I’d have something to do right now.
9:50 I may be the only person at Union Park that wasn’t upset the Bjork set got cut short early.
10:42 I’m at the Mid for Classixx and soaking wet. Should have listened to the weather guys.
3:15 New discovery: never drink that much coffee before a music festival.
3:20 Discussed mispronunciations of 312 with a beer vendor. About a third of the time people pronounced it incorrectly (“three twelve,” three hundred and twelve,” “three two one”). Say it with me people: “Three one two.”
3:30 Number of “Free Pussy Riot” shirts worn by …And You Will Know Us By the Trail of the Dead lead singer: 1.
4:15 Trying to meet up Jordan for Savages and whoa damn there’s a lot of people here.
4:26 Is that a scream or feedback?
5:43 In my seven years at pitchfork I’m pretty sure Swans delivers the first clarinet solo I’ve seen yet.
6:06 Phone autocorrects “Hemsworth” to “gems worth,” so I’m pretty much set on how to describe the amount of catchy beats the Canadian DJ has.
6:30 “Get the fuck out of here!” says the beer vendor to a drunk teen as his friend reaches over the counter to steal beer.
6:48 Suspicions confirmed: Low is way too quiet to be playing at a festival like this.
8:00 Nap during Solange because apparently I paid $150 to sleep in a public park.
8:58 Starting to drizzle. I already played this game last night. Not enough of a fan of Belle and Sebastian to stick around for the whole set. Besides, I have a soul party at Double Door to make fool out of myself at.
1:55 Foxygen redeems their mediocre music by making up for it with stage banter about Space Jam.
2:40 Killer Mike dedicates this next song to Ronald Reagan.
2:53 “Who the fuck is you?” is the only blatantly incorrect grammar that I get down with.
3:06 This is the first time I’ve been to church in 25 years.
3:34 Run the Jewels comes out to “Bad as a Bone.”
4:10 Killer Mike shouts out to Ameena Matthews to end the set.
4:45 Book Fort! So much lit.
5:54 Chairlift is a bummer.
6:30 Toro Y Moi is perfect sunset-chillout music.
8:10 Aaaaand I just danced to “Paper Planes” and I really regret my decision to bash that song all weekend.
8:30 What the hell is this? I thought Rilo Kiley was headlining?
8:45 Got separated from friends at R Kelly so now I’m aimlessly walking around and I walk over to TNGHT for some reason then head back to the main stage and its starting to rain and I’m lost and this sucks and then I find everyone I know and he plays “I Believe I Can Fly” and releases a bunch of balloon doves in the air and I’m surprised to find myself loving this moment, which I may be only loving ironically. Either way there’s a smile on my face at the end of the Fest.
10:00 No Bitchpork, no Rotted Tooth, no Cobrafest, hung around mostly at main stages all weekend. Am I getting soft?
Somewhere around midnight: Steve Albini and Joanna Newsom are sitting at the table next to me at a fried chicken and fish joint. That’s a gemsworth of awesomeness right there.