Another Pitchfork Music Festival in the books and I am happy to say that, for the most part, it was incredible and everything I had hoped for. This year we decided to do day two and three of the fest and apparently, it was the best decision ever. To preface this, I look forward to this festival every year for several reasons. The music and the fashion being my top two reasons and the fact that it smells like they are burning gigantic joints as incense also helps the cause. It’s a very chill, well done festival. It’s also more of a laid back vibe, where as Lollapalooza brings in tons of teeny boppers and it’s sad when you watch them pass out from heat stroke, aka too much booze or bad pills. Per usual, we rounded up an excellent group of festival friends and had a frigging awesome two days at P-Fork. This is how our weekend unfolded:
We headed to the festival around 3pm, just in time for the sun to go away and the rain to set in. This was a bit of a surprise as we did check the weather and definitely didn’t see a mini hurricane in our near future. It started as a light drizzle and eventually, it began to legitimately pour. However, nothing we couldn’t handle, as we’re up for anything. Literally, as I went up to the beer tent and said, “may I have a 312?” I heard someone yell, “No more beer sales, we’re shutting down!!!”…..ummm what? This was definitely unexpected and a first for me. We took a little walk to find out what was going on when out of no where some fancy English dude with a massive English accent (again, what???) got onto the speaker and announced that Pitchfork was closing until further notice and everyone must evacuate the park immediately. My friends can vouch for me when I say the second he got off the mic, someone cued the soul shaking thunder and lighting, everyone screamed and the Monsoon of Chicago began to take place. It turned into utter chaos at that moment. The Mister Project led the group under a gigantic tree, which now looking back at, I am still not sure if it was an absolutely awful or brilliant idea. Oh well, we lived. It was seriously as if someone was standing next to us throwing buckets full of water at our faces. It was coming at us sideways and hard. That sounded perverted, which I’m okay with. There was absolutely nothing we could do to save us from the storm so we made the best of the situation and laughed so hard we almost peed in our already soaked pants. That moment is hands down one of my favorite moments of the summer so far. Naturally, we eventually sought shelter at a bar. We had a few beers, watched the storm pass and freshened up. Shout out to all the bathroom hand driers, thank you!
In typical Chicago weather fashion, the storm eventually went away and the sun came back out to play. We headed back to the park and let the rest of Saturday at Pitchfork take place. We were super eager for some tunes and most excited for Future Islands. I have heard awesome things about their show, so I was very much looking forward to hearing them and seeing Samual Herring’s stellar dance moves in person. They frigging killed it! They sounded fantastic, Herring danced his ass off and the crowd LOVED them. Under the circumstances, the fest did an awesome job of doing what they had to do to get people out of the park safely and then using social media and emails to get people back to the fest in a timely fashion to get the party started again. It was the perfect ending to a rainy and hilarious Day Two of Pitchfork. Afterparty at the Ciancio’s!
I showed up during Viet Cong’s set (which I heard was excellent) but I wanted to hit up The Coterie Art Fair. As usual, they had a fab lineup of 40 jury selected artists selling some seriously cool ass shit. One of my favorite artists was My Only Regret (Besides Dying). They create mugs, coasters and shot classes that have the cutest little animals painted on them along with the most inappropriate words next to them. Now, I don’t want to get hollered at by the other sisters, so click here and you’ll see what I mean. Amazing. Also, for all of you little hippies out there, The Foxglove Studio had gorgeous flower halos for sale. Had I gone for a different vibe via my outfit, I would have totally bought one for the day. PS. If you’re into art fairs on a more unique, hipster level, you should definitely hit up the Renegade Art Fair in September. Prepare to have all of your Christmas shopping done that day.
Day Three’s music was off the charts. From beginning to end, each show seemed to only get better, if that was even possible. It was a full day packed with a badass lineup, easy navigation to and from the stages and each band sounded incredible. I am now officially obsessed with Perfume Genius. The moment I heard the song “Queen” on Spotify, I knew I was in love. Then, when I saw the genius himself and lead singer Mike Hadreas perform this past Sunday, I became utterly fascinated by him. He came on stage in these little clog-like loafers, a tight pair of jean shorts, a striped t-shirt and the most amazing shade of red lipstick I have ever seen on a man before. I like his style, subtle yet aggressive. I kind of can’t deal with how awesome he was on stage. He has these sexy, stripper like dance moves and part of him seems so angry and pissed off that it all comes together so well in the strangest way possible. I am dying to see him again and again. His music is killer. Courtney Barnett and Caribou were equally as awesome. However, when it comes to music that completely gets me moving and in the perfect Pitchfork mood, I’d have to say Jamie xx and Todd Terje done did it for me in that department. Unreal. Jamie xx was like the DJ/dance party portion of our Sunday, while the Norwegian import Todd Terje made me feel like I was teleported to an eclectic euro dance party in a secret forest in the middle of no where. Both so different, yet so fun in their own way. By far, one of the best music fest days I’ve experienced in a long time. Such a great feeling.
In regards to food and drinks, I mostly stuck to water and 312’s urban wheat beer. The Mister Project and I have come to the conclusion that it is the best festival beer. It’s smooth, goes down easy and is super refreshing. Koozies are a must by the way. So either bring one from home or buy one for three bucks from one of the cool artisans at the show. For lunch I had a veggie Chicago Style hot dog from the Chubby Wieners stand and it was delicious! I highly recommend it. Though Mr. Project had a real hot dog and said he loved it more.
Now, with all of this being said, there was some disappointment. Typically, Pitchfork does very well in the fashion department. Often you can tell these festival folks put a bit of time and thought into their ensembles. That’s part of the fun of Pitchfork…the people watching and the fashion scouting. Yet this year, sadly, not so much. Although I did see a couple stellar outfits, not nearly as many as I usually obsess over. I did, however, get some props for my HERBS t-shirt my friend Katie got me…so that’s a plus!
All in all, Pitchfork was a major success. When I leave a festival wanting more music and more dancing, that’s when I know the bands and the fest did something amazing. As a fan and music lover, I am super grateful for yet another amazing weekend spent with friends, stellar live music, great memories and tons of good vibes. Can’t wait for more to come this summer!
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