Monday, March 7, 2016
I have mentioned, in passing, the immense enjoyment I received from a happenstance, coincidence fueled weekend in Chicago in a hostel and attending Pitchfork Music Fest. To say that a lot of things came together to provide me with a wonderful weekend is an understatement. So I had to go again this year. This, of course, brings the thorny thoughts to mind of how the 2016 experience can possibly live up to 2015, when people and place and time came together perfectly. More likely than not, the social bonds I forged in 2015 were remote chance, and 2016 will be a much more solitary, subdued adventure. That I hold out hope for another perfect weekend likely only sets me up for disappointment.