día setenta y uno (30 July)
It rained this morning as we left the house at which we were staying to take the el to Union Park for the second day of the festival, and though things had cleared up by the time we (and the ten thousand hipsters joining us) arrived, that early morning thunderstorm seemed to have washed a lot of the humidity and heat out of the air. Thank God. Day 2 was much more pleasant, though the line up (I watched Jens Lekman, Liars, Aesop Rock and Mr Lif, a bit of Devendra Banhart, and Yo La Tengo) wasn't quite as good as it was the day before. Ace Rock gave a shout-out to The Mountain Goats, though, and I saw a couple of people from Swarthmore (one of whom I don't actually know). Very refreshing -- I'd seen so many Oberlin kids at the park that I was starting to worry that Swarthmore students just might not be very hip! (No!) This is a picture of the Sears Tower, taken from next to a line of Port-a-Potties. When I was very young I tried to visit the Sears Tower with my family but left when we saw the outrageous line -- we all felt a lot better when we found out that for some reason it had been the busiest tourist day the tower had ever seen.