Flannel shirts everywhere, the
fourth evolution of the Pitchfork Music Festival wafted over Chicago
like a Seattle rain cloud circa 1992. And what a way to start: hometown
fusion heroes, Tortoise, followed by the supreme thrash and fuzz of Yo La Tengo, another hometown reincarnation, the Jesus Lizard, and
lastly, bearded shredders, Built to Spill.
Spaced out by toe-taps and side-stage smoke breaks, Tortoise were
trademark blasé, on a night themed around fans’ creation of set-lists. Dubbed “Write the Night,” Pitchfork polled ticket-holders for their
favorite tunes, handing over picks to the bands proper. Though on more
than one occasion bands took liberties with their own faves, notably Yo
La Tengo’s stabby organ nod to Chicago Cubs Hall of Famer Ron Santos.
Likewise for the Jesus Lizard. If you don’t know the story,
their appearance at Pitchfork marks a string of dates with the original
formation of the band, as years past have seen falling outs and a
hiatus or two. So by the time David Yow hit the microphone, a man known for
wrapping his genitalia around instruments, the punk energy hit reckless
levels. Bodies were thrown. Never mind set-lists, Yow instead
encouraging the crowd to demand their money back at the gate before
launching into a blur of one-word-isms from everything from Liar to
By the time Built to Spill brought it home, “Write the Night” was really just a passing phrase, especially since Doug Martsch
could be seen pre-performance scribbling out, from thin air, tunes for
his closing set. Even so, hit after hit mostly pulled from the band’s Perfect From Now On and Keep It Like A Secret,
saw a sea of plaid hoist intense air guitar sessions in support, all
coming to a frothy, squalling head in the rhetorical fusion of classic
rock past in “You Were Right,” that resonated deep within sets of
generation Xers present.
Union Park gets drizzled upon.
Tortoise shoots the gun.
Ira Kaplan channeling a little Thurston Moore.
The Jesus Lizard pre-rage. Chicagoans, note the nod to Hot Doug's.
David Yow on the move.
Built to Spill guitarist lost in the 1800s
Doug Martsch & Co. crooning through.
Jim Roth mid-shred.
There will be no encore.