Patrick Stickles of Titus Andronicus best summed up the 2010 Pitchfork Music Festival in Chicago. “Just remember that inside these walls is the perfect Utopian society,” he said. “But, out there is the real world.”
Yes, the Pitchfork world, where everyone wears skinny jeans, owns a state of the art mobile device, and has enough disposable income to buy vinyl versions of all those free mp3 downloads. The Pitchfork world; where the pilgrimage to the Promised Land begins, as we join 54,000 sweaty music fans for three days to drink the indie kool-aid at Union Park.
Day 1
Broken Social Scene



