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1 PM: As a clotheshorse I spend more time figuring out what to wear than which bands are playing. Pitchfork’s not big on celebrity fashion (though I’m hoping Joakim Noah might get hip and leave Lolla behind). But it’s still a challenge: What outfit can handle the heat, goes well with neon, and isn’t prone to porta-potty fail? Once that is established—and combined with a cuppa Star Lounge coffee—the Atlas Moth will be my loud, locally sourced start to the day.
3:15 PM: Middling midday lineup’s got me headed to the Rice Table. Indonesian fare was so good last year I finished my plate mere steps from their booth. Great fuel for Cults too!
8:30 PM: Grimes‘s airy pop provides a soft landing for a day that started hard. Meanwhile, maybe her Montreal brethren Godspeed You! Black Emperor will defy all municipal laws and keep playing, straight through till morning.
More Saturday itineraries:
- Philip Montoro, Reader music editor
- Tal Rosenberg, Reader digital content editor
- Kevin Warwick, Reader staff writer
- Britt Julious, Senior editor of high/low culture blog This Recording
Your day’s not over yet. There’s lots more to do at Pitchfork’s afterparties.
Read our reviews of bands and get more itineraries by staff and contributors for Friday andSunday.
