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Yes, I’m sure I was one of hundreds who tweeted about Kurt Vile’s flowing locks majestically blowing in the breeze during his set yesterday at the Pitchfork Music Festival. An easy joke was all I could muster, considering I could only stand directly in the sun for a few minutes before risking out-and-out disintegration of my physical being. I strolled into Union Park on Sunday just as Vile’s set was starting and tried camping out to at least catch “Jesus Fever,” my favorite song off of his recent Smoke Ring for My Halo. I didn’t quite make it—hence the tweet (I did, however, catch a chunk of his set at Subterranean the night before, so don’t think too little of me).