If you read one piece of music journalism today, make it this one. V+C favorite, Andrew WInistorfer (see Vinyl In Alphabetical), was recently sent by Noisey to see Nelly at Wisconsin's annual Summerfest. His observations mix awkward hilarity and uncanny cultural introspection in a way that reminds me of David Foster Wallace's "Consider the Lobster" essay.
A few gems:
It’s the kind of place where old men—who have arrived at Summerfest sans-shirt—walk around smoking cigars and wearing cowboy hats and sandals with socks. You can see moist couples in NASCAR tanktops try through-the-jorts insemination alongside Wisconsin’s young aspirational hipster community as they try to maintain a cool personal brand while eating an Auntie Annie’s pretzel.
AND writing of Summerfest:
It’s like a cross between a FEMA disaster zone, a county fair, and that part in Zombieland at the carnival. This is not the same crowd that will go to Chicago for Pitchfork Festival this month.Read the full piece here, thank us later.