NOTE: This is the first of a three-part series chronicling my Pitchfork Music Festival experience. Check back for more info on Saturday and Sunday’s performances later today and Wednesday.
Two days before flying to Chicago last week I watched “Horrible Bosses”, a comedy about a trio of friends who conspired to kill their asshole bosses. I went into the movie theater with ground level expectations. To my chagrin, the movie sucked more than I expected.
The same could be said for my feelings toward the first day of Pitchfork Music Festival. I started with low expectations. Yet I still came away underwhelmed.
Aside from tUnE-yArDs (and EMA to a lesser extent), most of the bands I witnessed Friday possessed little redeeming value. My time would have been better spent exploring downtown Chicago than attending Pitchfork’s opening day. Thankfully the festival’s final two days made up for Friday’s lackluster opening, but I will get into this more later.