* It happens at every festival. Someone is going to follow a band that flat out kills it and they end up totally f*cked. Wolf Parade was totally f*cked having to follow the Blues Explosion.
* More than one person has commented to me how the crowd at the Pitchfork Music Festival has changed. It’s less hip and more, let’s say, normal, making it much harder to make fun of ridiculously dressed hipsters when there aren’t that many ridiculously dressed hipsters to be found.
* On another style note, I have it on good authority, and by good authority I mean two fashionable people talking while I was laying about the festival grounds, that Blu-Blockers are the new Ray-Bans. Make no mistake about, Blu-Blockers are cool. I wear ’em and they’re so totally cool — They make everything on Earth look like Mars.
* Sometimes I agree with the critical consensus that Panda Bear and Animal Collective are the undisputed kings of the underground, and other times, I feel like Animal Collective is the biggest hoax ever perpetuated by music critics. Look, not everything they do is gold (Some of their loopy psychedelics is a little too loopy), but when they’re on, they’re on. Saturday evening, Panda Bear gave some extra fuel to the sh*t fire to for all those who think Animal Collective are over-rated. Let me re-state that. Panda Bear was f*ckin’ horrible. I walked out of the record fair to the sounds of ambient electronics and screecy, skronky crunches. That was followed by church organs and off-key singing. It didn’t get better. It got worse. And I wasn’t the only one who felt this way. In speaking with some AnCo freaks they were bitterly disappointed by Panda Bear’s set, too. It was sh*t. Let’s not sh*t ourselves, guys, and say it was anything else.