So I'm way to lazy to do another Picthfork post, much less an East Coast one.
However, I am half rediscovering underOATH, but only They're Only Chasing Safety underOATH. Guess some hardcore just stays with me.
Oh yea, IMSA started. It's been nice. Here we go again.
Acceptance is what holds us here
And you my dear are the one I fear tonight
We'll try just one more time
Currently Listening:
You're Only Chasing Safety
underOATH
About Me
- Bo
- Algonquin/Chicago, Illinois, United States
- I enjoy watching people on various forms of public transit and listening to their conversations.
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
overdue.
I got back from the East Sunday night. I've kind of been lacking on this whole blogging thing. When did I become so lazy as to not even typing a few words? I guess I'll write about the East Coast and colleges and everything...but not this time. This post will be dedicated to the Pitchfork Music Festival...well, at least Day 1. July 29th and 30th --> best weekend of summer hands down. Pictures!
Day 1
Saturday kicked off with the Hot Machines on the A stage. However, due to previous plans with Emily I missed this first band, but that's quite alright. We had lunch with Sharon because she coincidentally was also in Chicago. After lunch I met my Pitchfork buddy for Day 1, Simmy, and we set off for Union Park. The first band we saw was Chin Up Chin Up on the C stage. I had just recently gotten their album and I think it's wonderful. They played a great live set and I at once knew this day would be hot, amazing, and hot.
Chin Up Chin Up
After Chin Up Chin Up, Man Man took the A stage. Simmy and I took this as an oppurtunity to browse the HUGE merchandise tent since we both didn't know Man Man very well. This tent was the epitome of hipster. Hahaha. No but on a serious note, it was pretty freaking awesome. Free buttons/stickers/whatever galore. Sim and I bought little water guns for $1 and proceeded to have mini water gun fights dispersed throughout the rest of the day. I must have obtained over 50 buttons. After a while, we decided to go back to the music so we caught some of Band of Horses on the C stage. Thought their live show isn't the most exciting, their music still has merit.
Band of Horses
After Band of Horses, we went back to the tent missing The Mountain Goats and Destroyer. I'm kind of sad that we did...but oh well. We also got some food. After spending money on t-shirts and whatnot, we went and saw some of Art Brut. This British band brought a dance energy to the much too relaxed Pitchfork crowd. Great music, along with a couple of jokes made their set very enjoyable for the time we watched.
Art Brut
Sadly, we had to leave Art Brut early. The reason: we(or rather I, hehe) wanted front row for the only God in this world: Ted Leo. Though we didn't get front row...2nd was pretty fucking close. After over half an hour of waiting...the Saint himself graced the C stage. Ted Leo and the Pharmacists definetely were my favourite act of the entire festival. With energy, precision, and cleverness they conquered the crowd with blistering favourites such as Me & Mia, and The High Party, along with some new pieces that have yet to be released. For a performance like their's, they deserve more than just one photo.
Ted Leo and the Pharmacists
Ted Leo
Dave Lerner
I couldn't get a good pic of Chris Wilson -drummer- 8(
Ted's set ended with this:
Ted Leo
A head bursting mic bash to the forehead set the crowd on fire. Without even the slightest glitch, Ted Leo and his Pharmacists finished their set to a largely satisfied crowd. I myself yelled a couple, "Have my babies!" his way. 8) After Ted Leo, The Walkmen took the A stage but Simmy wanted to see the Futureheads, another upbeat British band playing the Chicago indie scene. We waited almost an hour, but well worth it when we were really front row this time. Their British energy was appreciated as the sun went down and the stage lights came on. The crowd enthusiastically cooed along with their "Back to the seas," and "Skip to the ends."
The Futureheads
We once again, left a little early. Partly because Simmy had to go pee, partly cause we had to buy a friend a shirt (which didnt' happen because the shirts she wanted were like $25 8O!), and partly because I wanted food. After that little adventure, we went to see the unseeable: The Silver Jews. Seeing this band live is probably rarer than seeing me without tight pants. David Berman (mastermind and lead vox) has been quoted saying that he does not like to play live shows. He can be more often caught at a poetry reading (he is also a poet) than at a concert with his band. However, we saw Berman and his band, and let me tell you...I was entranced. It was beautiful. Berman's droning but unwavering voice held in the air far after he had finished the words on stage. It was all dark by now and the lights illuminated the stage with hues of red, blue, purple, and yellow. One could not have asked for a better ending to this fantastic day of the finest independent music. Berman sent us home soothed and relaxed and ready to collapse on down filled pillows. Sadly, we left this act early also because Simmy was beginning to get really tired, and we also didn't want to risk misssing our train. Even so, just seeing The Silver Jews for 5 songs was a moment that shouldn't be forgotten. Also dissapointingly, since they were the last act...everyone was there...so we couldn't push up very far front, so the best picture I could get of the rare spectacle was:
The Silver Jews
This concludes Day 1 of the Pitchfork Music Festival. A day filled with excitement, anticipation, sweat, and satisfaction. The train ride home was blissful letting Simmy and I rest our feet and just chill with each other for 40 minutes. When I got home, I emptied out all the free buttons and stickers and compilation cds, took a shower, and passed out on my bed, awaiting what was to be a just as amazing, Day 2.
Day 1
Saturday kicked off with the Hot Machines on the A stage. However, due to previous plans with Emily I missed this first band, but that's quite alright. We had lunch with Sharon because she coincidentally was also in Chicago. After lunch I met my Pitchfork buddy for Day 1, Simmy, and we set off for Union Park. The first band we saw was Chin Up Chin Up on the C stage. I had just recently gotten their album and I think it's wonderful. They played a great live set and I at once knew this day would be hot, amazing, and hot.
Chin Up Chin Up
After Chin Up Chin Up, Man Man took the A stage. Simmy and I took this as an oppurtunity to browse the HUGE merchandise tent since we both didn't know Man Man very well. This tent was the epitome of hipster. Hahaha. No but on a serious note, it was pretty freaking awesome. Free buttons/stickers/whatever galore. Sim and I bought little water guns for $1 and proceeded to have mini water gun fights dispersed throughout the rest of the day. I must have obtained over 50 buttons. After a while, we decided to go back to the music so we caught some of Band of Horses on the C stage. Thought their live show isn't the most exciting, their music still has merit.
Band of Horses
After Band of Horses, we went back to the tent missing The Mountain Goats and Destroyer. I'm kind of sad that we did...but oh well. We also got some food. After spending money on t-shirts and whatnot, we went and saw some of Art Brut. This British band brought a dance energy to the much too relaxed Pitchfork crowd. Great music, along with a couple of jokes made their set very enjoyable for the time we watched.
Art Brut
Sadly, we had to leave Art Brut early. The reason: we(or rather I, hehe) wanted front row for the only God in this world: Ted Leo. Though we didn't get front row...2nd was pretty fucking close. After over half an hour of waiting...the Saint himself graced the C stage. Ted Leo and the Pharmacists definetely were my favourite act of the entire festival. With energy, precision, and cleverness they conquered the crowd with blistering favourites such as Me & Mia, and The High Party, along with some new pieces that have yet to be released. For a performance like their's, they deserve more than just one photo.
Ted Leo and the Pharmacists
Ted Leo
Dave Lerner
I couldn't get a good pic of Chris Wilson -drummer- 8(
Ted's set ended with this:
Ted Leo
A head bursting mic bash to the forehead set the crowd on fire. Without even the slightest glitch, Ted Leo and his Pharmacists finished their set to a largely satisfied crowd. I myself yelled a couple, "Have my babies!" his way. 8) After Ted Leo, The Walkmen took the A stage but Simmy wanted to see the Futureheads, another upbeat British band playing the Chicago indie scene. We waited almost an hour, but well worth it when we were really front row this time. Their British energy was appreciated as the sun went down and the stage lights came on. The crowd enthusiastically cooed along with their "Back to the seas," and "Skip to the ends."
The Futureheads
We once again, left a little early. Partly because Simmy had to go pee, partly cause we had to buy a friend a shirt (which didnt' happen because the shirts she wanted were like $25 8O!), and partly because I wanted food. After that little adventure, we went to see the unseeable: The Silver Jews. Seeing this band live is probably rarer than seeing me without tight pants. David Berman (mastermind and lead vox) has been quoted saying that he does not like to play live shows. He can be more often caught at a poetry reading (he is also a poet) than at a concert with his band. However, we saw Berman and his band, and let me tell you...I was entranced. It was beautiful. Berman's droning but unwavering voice held in the air far after he had finished the words on stage. It was all dark by now and the lights illuminated the stage with hues of red, blue, purple, and yellow. One could not have asked for a better ending to this fantastic day of the finest independent music. Berman sent us home soothed and relaxed and ready to collapse on down filled pillows. Sadly, we left this act early also because Simmy was beginning to get really tired, and we also didn't want to risk misssing our train. Even so, just seeing The Silver Jews for 5 songs was a moment that shouldn't be forgotten. Also dissapointingly, since they were the last act...everyone was there...so we couldn't push up very far front, so the best picture I could get of the rare spectacle was:
The Silver Jews
This concludes Day 1 of the Pitchfork Music Festival. A day filled with excitement, anticipation, sweat, and satisfaction. The train ride home was blissful letting Simmy and I rest our feet and just chill with each other for 40 minutes. When I got home, I emptied out all the free buttons and stickers and compilation cds, took a shower, and passed out on my bed, awaiting what was to be a just as amazing, Day 2.
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