It was a wet and rainy day at Pitchfork

Originally published at Kickin’ the new Kuh-nowledge. You can comment here or there. Saturday at Pitchfork would prove to be a sad day for people without umbrellas and galoshes.  That there…  that’s what they call foreshadowing in the business.  Gus and I ate a fine breakfast at the Longwell House.  Neil makes some great food…

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A couple of things… First, today is my birthday… and my present to myself is the Pitchfork Music Festival which happens this weekend.  Gus is coming down from Minneapolis.  We’re manly men, staying at a bed and breakfast.  That’s right.  If you don’t start something, there won’t be something.  Expect a report on this next…