This past summer, I had the privilege of enjoying a major music festival that took place a stone throw (and three stops on the Blue Line) away from my Chicago suburb, Elmhurst, Ill. I was overflowing with excitement as I prepared myself for my first experience with Chicago’s Pitchfork Music Festival, a festival known for guaranteeing a lineup of diversity so strong it would put the original organizers of the ‘60s Monterey Pop and Woodstock Festival into a fit of shock.
I had a list of 16 different artists I hoped to catch glimpses at, some deserving a simple sitting and watching-glimpse while others were given hours of pre-show wait time. Interestingly enough, the many different friends and old high school classmates I saw at the festival also had hopes to make bizarre show transitions similar to my own, going from a punk-rock set to a vocal-focused, more synth-heaving experimental pop.
Saturday led me to hop from boisterous hip-hop MC Danny Brown, where crowd-surfing and mobs of sweaty teens shouting obscenities back and forth lasted the entire performance, to art-rock mqueen St. Vincent, where flocks of fans would be heard crying through smiles and song at the musician’s delectable, and then end with the legendary indie-rock group Neutral Milk Hotel.
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The hound gives this album 3.5 out of 5 stars
When musicians reach a point in their careers where they’ve trail blazed stylistic paths that millions of followers attempt to recreate, they have the unspoken option of simply recording new music without much new flavor. Take Bob Dylan’s most recent album, Tempest. The man changed music forever, so the fact that his THIRTY-FIFTH album isn’t quite as powerful as Highway 61 Revisited means close to nothing.
Yet Jack White, now nearly seven years away from his last work with The White Stripes, refuses to accept any form of routine-worthy rock. After his fantastic solo debut Blunderbuss, which contained fragments of his groundbreaking mix of the dirtiest Delta blues and even dirtier garage rock along with shades of soul-infested country and folk, White supported the album with a monumental tour.
Since then, he’s managed to ruffle the feathers of plethora of musicians, while not losing the love of his devoted followers. After a decently long dormant period, White has released, through free streaming on ITunes Radio and officially being released June 10th, his second solo album, Lazaretto.
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All I Want- Joni Mitchell (Blue-1971)
Starting off one of the most emotional albums of the 70s, the Queen of California singer-songwriter’s uses simplified yet stunning acoustic guitar chords with honest, reality-check lyrics that signify the artists relationship with similar-powerhouse songwriter James Taylor. It’s a sweet tune to groove to; you cant argue with Mitchell’s pipes.
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Grand news, boys and girls. It’s about that time of the year. In the coming months, the anxiety-ridden anticipation will finally be over, and music festival season will be in full swing. No other environment holds more sweaty, exhausted teenagers who seem to only know one phrase: “This is the greatest weekend of my life.”
It’s no shocker that music festivals have become an imperative element in any music lover’s summer. Speaking as a two-time Lollapalooza goer, I can attest that with the right lineup and adequate level of hydration, these fest’s are easily the highlight of every year.
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