Hot Chip at Pitchfork Music Festival
If you think a little rain could dissuade flocks of hipsters from clambering through muddy fields for their favorite bands, well, you’re sadly mistaken. Why, you ask? Because such is the essence of being a hipster. For the sixth year in a row, Pitchfork Music Festival put together another solid line-up. Forget rain, it was unmissable. Bands like Feist, Dirty Projectors, Grimes, Flying Lotus, Sleigh Bells, Chromatics, Beach House and Vampire Weekend occupied Union Park for three days. Nicolas Jaar and Hot Chip were personal favorites, listen below to find out why.
Some of the freshest sounds I’ve heard in a while come from this American-Chilean 23 year old. Hearing his set shortly after the rain cleared was like emerging from a swamp into a cool and misty meadow. Only complaint: his set wasn’t longer. I would have liked to stay in that meadow a while.
Seeing these guys live fulfills a long-time wish of mine. I was ecstatic to find they not only met my high hopes, they danced right past them. Above and beyond. Every song was a hit, with the tried and true classics reinterpreted just enough to make you fall in love with them all over again. Like this one, for example.
Could not pack more good stuff into one long weekend. Nope, physical impossibility. Chicago is a culinary, auditory and visual feast.
Also, watch this video. These guys helped me space out for a couple of hours on the dancefloor, and this brilliant video (if only for a few minutes) should help you do the same:
Photos 1,7. Rashid Johnson’s Message to Our Folks exhibition at the Museum of Contemporary Art Chicago 2. The Sears Tower and an immanent storm 3. Sailing Lake Michigan 4. Simian Mobile Disco at The Mid 5,6, 9, 11. Obligatory first-time visitor photos of Cloud Gate aka the Bean 8. The Lower Dens at The Empty Bottle 10. Mirrored refrigerators by Kader Attia, from the Skyscraper: Art and Architecture Against Gravity exhibit at the Museum of Contemporary Art Chicago
Just returned from a small trek: Martha’s Vineyard to Newport, RI, with a few stops in-between. I must say, nothing beats a galavant through a place as lovely as New England with a too-long unseen- but always close- friend. What I wouldn’t give to be eating lobster fresh from the boat on a sunny day in Menemsha right now.