Pitchfork Music Festival 2007: Photo Round-up Part 4
By The Staff | 3 February 2008
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Pt. 1: Written Feature
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Before they incinerated, consumed, and then obliterated by their own indulgence and self-loathing, Johnny and Celia reflected upon the weekend that lay behind them in the refuge of 312 cups, cigarette butts, and carmelized chin sweat. “There were a lot of sound problems,” Celia said, her voice rising over the growing din of apocalypse. “Yeah, but that was bound to happen,” Johnny answered.
Clyde bawled, his tears mixing with all manner of expunged bodily fluids. “Oh God, it’s so beautiful,” he laughed out loud. Then his flesh began to boil.
Malkmus’s brains leaked right out of his ears. He seemed oddly at peace.
Kevin Barnes shielded himself from Metatron’s arrival with vogue-ish flair.
Many others passed out instantaneously.
Sydney hestitated in buying that near-mint copy of Queen’s The Game for seven dollars more than blue book price.
And then the end came.
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