After offering a bill headlined by Vampire Weekend, Godspeed You! Black Emperor, and Feist last year informally, the best headlining bill of five years ago Pitchfork one-upped themselves for 2013 with, unequivocally, the best headlining bill of 1997. But the all-veteran status of its main acts was only half the news. Aside from breaking out back when cassettes were important, the three artists occupying the top line of this year’s Pitchfork Music Festival roster combined for almost certainly the widest-spanning stylistic range the festival has ever seen.
Never before have Pitchforks three headliners each occupied such extremes of such unrelated movements: the psychedelic art pop of BjÃ¶rk, the charmingly twee rock songs of Belle and Sebastian, and the marquee status of international R&B sex symbol R. Kelly. Maybe the organizers simply thought it would be more fun it certainly was or maybe it was their way of responding to a centripetal, Internet-sparked force on all corners of pop music today. As we recently heard from Chuck Klosterman, Because medias become so democratized and theres so many people sort of jockeying for space in this universe, there literally is no artist that you cannot take seriously. Enter Mr. Trapped in the Closet.
Between rain-accompanied sing-alongs, dusty mosh pits, and a fair share of emotional performances, this years annual union of music geeks in Union Park was an overall success even if each day bizarrely saw perfect weather right until the moment its headliner took the stage. And yet, all three managed to turn in among our favorite sets of the whole weekend. Here, along with seven more, are our reactions to the best of P4K2013.
Photography by Meghan Brosnan.
Mac DeMarco’s unlikely, weekend-kickoff cover band
For most weekend festivals, any Friday afternoon slot before seven p.m. is an inherently tough, uncomfortable gig. People are arriving straight from work, tired and sober, and internally calculating cost-benefit analyses between finding a second wind or just passively watching and gearing up for a real early afternoon Saturday start. If they were wise, every weekend festival this year would go after Mac DeMarco for that 4:30 p.m. Friday job. DeMarco charmed the pants off the not-yet-relaxed crowd with humorously cliché compliments, a faux-emcee persona, and that toothy, near-psychotic grin.
After burning through nine songs from Rock and Roll Nightclub and 2 and calling his surroundings sexy roughly 10 times, DeMarcos band ended on fire with an absurd medley: a Taking Care of Business cover, a Beastie-fied take on The Beatles Blackbird, a loyal cover of Limp Bizkits Break Stuff, Metallica’s “Enter Sandman”, and lastly, 2 closer Still Together. For that one, DeMarco brought out his (formerly mysterious, now well-known) girlfriend Kiki for some 15 seconds of slap-and-tickle, and then to sit on his shoulders as he wailed its irresistible hook one last time before signing off to the finally relaxed crowd with enjoy the weekend its only just started!” –Steven Arroyo
Hearing Joanna Newsom’s new material
When the adorable 31-year-old singer took the Red stage Friday evening, the ears of the crowd were transitioning from boisterous post-punk guitar of Wire’s preceding and neighboring set. Even for the always eclectic festival, the switch was stark. Joanna Newsom held the stage all on her own with the help of her signature harp and a grand piano, both of which dwarfed her doll-like figure, although she commanded her instruments with power and grace.
The sets vibes can be summed up by the seemingly emotionally stunned set of admirers who hung over the front railing, some of which had letters with Newsom’s name penned on the front one even held a bouquet of fresh flowers. Onlookers stuck toward the back of the crowd complained the shows volume was far too hushed, but those whose proximity allowed for them to hear new tracks Look and Despair, The Drivers Wife, as well as Newsoms latest Untitled found themselves charmed into the evening by the soon-to-be Mrs. Samberg at her only 2013 show thus far. –Amanda Koellner