So r and I were talking about the pitchfork music festival tonight after my supercool chi-town friend (henceforth IL) reminded me of it. I certainly don’t want to discourage anyone from going (I’m pretty ambivalent mostly, though it would be rad to see Sonic Youth, if only for historical purposes), but r’s super-indie rant is too good not to share.

k : Wow, IL was just all : “dude pitchfork omg”
k : I thought she meant the site, which is currently, predictably, all “Jenny Lewis is SOOOOO AWESOME!” Meh.
k : But she meant the music festival http://www.pitchforkmusicfestival.com/
k : it really is like an indie rock a palooza
r : indeed
r : it was pretty rock last year
r : but in chicago
k : j. ryan did the art, so that’s something.
r : also jenny lewis can suck it
k : no shit!
k : that’s what i say
r : dude, we hated her when she was in that wackass band
r : and we were totally over her in 1.5s
k : completely
r : and like “where is rainer maria, bitches”
k : yeah
k : who were rigoddamndiculously good, of course.
r : clipse?!?
k : haha yeah
r : when tha last time you heard it like this?
k : lol
r : i hate to say it
r : i dont like 80% of those bands
r : everyone is wrong right now
r : cat power = suck
r : clipse = decent
r : iron & wine = shut up hipster
r : girl talk = who??
r : grizzly bear = ^^^^
r : Battles = okay, awesome- this band rules
r : Professor Murder = who? kickass name, but who? Is he a relative of Prof. Griff?
r : New Pronographers = if only we were so lucky that they did this instead of music
r : stephen malkmus = was over you fifteen years ago
k : this is very getting posted
r : de la soul = its tha grind date baby
r : Of Montreal = go back north, rick, I mean, dick
r : Jamie Lidell = is this person from The Hills?
r : The Ponys = I forget
r : Ken Vandermark = gets points, but WAY too many fucking hipster fucks will be nodding their heads and tapping they toes
r : whew
k : yeah
k : that’s a lot of indie dismissiveness in one shot
r : did i mention that fuck cat power?
k : literally?
r : eww, no
r : Marshall’s singular songs and spellbinding vocals are accented by funky Memphis horns, strings, and muscular, swampy beats.
r : hey pitchfork, indie fucks are not allowed to use the word “funky”
k : yikes, that’s kinda true. that’s some Blender-ass shit
r : ugh
r : describing the new redhotchilipeppers or somebody
k :“It’s FUNKY! : ) : ) : ) Yay!!!!”
r : A++ super awesome fantastic!
r : !!!1!1!!!ONE1!!!
…
r : fuck
r : i have that stupid jtimberlake song in my head
r : fucking fuck
k : dude, that is sooo not indie
k : all your cred? totally gone.
r : its a fucking brainworm
r : trying to destroy me

I wonder if the unknowns on the list mean that r and I are losing our edge and don’t know people we should. That being said, the last 3 records I bought on Pitchfork’s recommendation were completely unlistenable. So, either I’m getting old or I’m just getting better at separating wheat from chaff. And there’s a damn lot of chaff.

For what it’s worth, both Jenny Lewis and Chan Marshall probably could manage to not annoy me, but, they haven’t yet. That’s cool, I guess… a lot of people do like them. That doesn’t make me wrong. But it doesn’t make them right either.

And for reals, “The Grind Date” was soo lame.

Yep. This is how I spend my nights.

*Sigh*

about my thursday night.

1. Nine Inch Nails still rocks your ass.

2. Dicks who think it’s ok to start moshing just anywhere, and end up pushing people around who have no interest get the gas face.

3. Kids are pussies today. Number 2 notwithstanding, the younger set is fucking *subdued*. Not to get all codgerish, but in my day, fully 50-70% of the floor section would have been dancing and moving aggressively. Not aggressively in the “kick your ass” way, but in the “i’m *really* into this” way. The front 20% would have been a giant pit, or several smaller ones of equal total volume. Everyone tonight (with the exception of the dicks above) was rocking in place. I mean, it’s ok, but how can you not want to jump up in the air during Wish? How!? March of the Pigs? Jesus, man, I rock out to that when I’m alone in my house for fucks sake.

Anyway. We had fun, even if Tom and I did have to eat the cost of one extra ticket each, retroactively, since mad fools bailed.