A bunch of my friends are headed to Chicago for Pitchfork at the end of the week, and this just happens to be the first year in a while that I’m not attending the festival. One of the headliners this year is Vampire Weekend, whose album cycle has been one of the most heart-breaking whirlwinds I’ve ever thrown myself into. Not necessarily because their sophomore record was bad, but I just felt that is was void of any of the heart that their self-titled boasted. This is because I have a lot of feelings. So sue me!
Anyways, in the wake of all of this hub bub about their performance, I am reminded of what the band once was. Which is equal parts terrifying and marginally comical. Enjoy remembering this little tidbit, courtesy of your curmudgeonly, indie goddess.
4 notes / July 9, 2012