MUSIC
The Pitchfork Music Festival
by Erin Watson
[In haiku form. —Ed.]
Saturday.
Battles, explosive
in laptop-altered bombast:
hail the high cymbal!
Taste of soy ice cream
an incongruous background
to Mastodon's snarls
Girl Talk debacle:
woeful fans chant TURN IT UP!
(we just wanna dance)
Is Yoko for real?
Saturday night's big question
around port-a-johns
Sunday.
Malkmus plays Pavement
a hipster 50-yard dash
tramples Union Park
leading men cross-dressed:
Kevin Barnes and Deerhunter
belong in pageants
New Pornographers,
despite skeletal line-up,
do not fuck around
De La Soul party
hard enough to move countless
tired, Chuck-clad feet