pitchfork recap
Pitchfork or as I call it, The Music Festival Where I Only Know The Headliners, was this weekend. I just stand there like a grandpa- tapping my foot, smiling, and thinking that none of them are as good as Sinatra but my bf likes the bands and I go because live music is fun and I like staring at people. The Monday after is always the day where every music outlet does their “Pitchfork” recap and since I’m not hip to new indie bands, here is a Pitchfork recap, Bad Guy style:
Leanne didn’t want to miss out on a trend so she just wore all of them.
When did concert-goers get to be such f-ing pansies? Hey Zac, do you think your dad brought a JUG of Culligan water to see Led Zeppelin? No. Because he didn’t care if he got thirsty. All he cared about was fucking rocking out and hooking up with band chicks and making sure his hair looked cool. And if he DID get thirsty he drank some whiskey he snuck in in a non-discreet flask, which is the opposite of a jug of water that you carry with your hands all day in the open.
Penelope ashed her cigarette on my pants.
Nastia ashed her cigarette on my shoes.
Teens. Because teens are funny.
is best recap i’ve read.
@randomesq- haaa. thanks. i had to endure a lot of ash pants to be able to write this.
It is perfectly acceptable to bring a jug of water to an outdoor festival…..as long as you put a few drops of acid in it and freely offer sips to strangers.