2:30pm
In the spirit of beachy laziness, I took it easy rising and shining this morning. +2 chill points. Unfortunately, this meant missing out on ultimate beach bum Beth Cosentino, aka Best Coast. -3 chill points.
1:15pm
Last night’s gastronomic pursuits led to an extremely satisfying eight hours of sleep, and I was up and back in Union Park in time to catch most of Free Energy’s set.
5:30pm
So begins Pitchfork day one. Traveling by train to the festival is, as I imagine, akin to traveling on the Hogwarts Express: you don’t know where the train comes from, but by the looks of those around you, you know where it’s going. Sure enough, the plaid-clad masses get off at Ashland and Lake, and [...]
We all know that summer has its share—sometimes overload—of music festivals around the globe, around the clock, but in Chicago, there are two big names that stick out: Lollapalooza and Pitchfork.