The final day in Union Park was sweltering...sweltering with the hottest indie acts on the globe!
In all seriousness, Pitchfork jam-packed their lineup for Sunday with an eclectic lot. Apparently, they also jam-packed their crowd with drunken d-bags -- one of whom rammed into me and smashed the screen on my camera Saturday night. While I wasn't sure if I was taking any pictures at all, I acted like any 21st century enterprising youth and took some pics with my phone. Ahhhhh, technology.
Deerhunter
Welp, I took a bunch of pictures of Deerhunter and, specifically, lead singer Bradford Cox, but I've got nothing today.
Cox, who suffers from Marfan syndrome, was looking particularly regal in his gold dress as they spun through lots of new tunes from their most recent, Cryptograms. Kinda like this:
The boys from Grizzly Bear even jumped onstage for the last number. It was a great start to the day.
The Ponys
The Chicago band really impressed despite a slew of sound difficulties (the PA went out at one point). Their new stuff really shined as the crowd really rooted on their hometown faves.
Cellphone pic:
Menomena
As per usual, the Portland boys killed it. They didn't really have enough time to shine, though, and really cemented home the fact that festivals are just a taste. For the whole meal, check this.
Cellphone pic:
Junior Boys
The ambient Canadian electronic band cranked out some hip tunes, but I had to take a seat during their set -- not always the best sign.
Motorola + Ansel Adams =
The Sea and the Cake
What's the big deal? Get outta my face.
Jamie Liddell
This English vocalist's antics were probably more entertaining than his actual music. He was fun to watch.
Not sure what the hell was on his head...
Stephen Malkmus
The ex-Pavement frontman jammed sans Jicks and enlisted the help of ex-Pavement drummer Bob Nastanovich for a few numbers. Who would've thought you could see SM play an all-acoustic set?
Of Montreal
Kevin Barnes and Co. were particularly flamboyant for the Pitchfork crowd. We're talking slave dudes, lobster claws, and an S&M costume change. Once again, for a review of a full show from back in the day, head here.
The Field
Axel Willner DJed a really strong set and reminded everybody why From Here We Go Sublime is worth all the buzz.
New Pornographers
Blah.
De La Soul
I ended up watching the whole De La show with Justin from Menomena, which a wild party in and of itself. During the course of their set, we couldn't help but remark, "What year is it? Who are these headliners?" Sonic Youth, Yoko Ono, and De La Soul closed out each night and, in doing so, took some of the pressure off of Pitchfork's inaccessible, snobby perception. De La was rad and a great way to say goodbye till next year.
For all the hot Day 3 pics head here.
