We took a pretty relaxed approach to the festival. Spent most of the time at my friend Clint’s booth in the Flatstock area where it was shady and you could still hear the music. Bands were good, the vibe was great. Food was reasonably priced, bottled water was only a buck and there was a big fountain to refill water for free.
The only thing I didn’t realize was that I was supposed to wear my gym outfit from 1987. Other than that, I got nothing bad to say at all. Good job, Pitchfork.