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Pitchfork Music Festival opens: Gatekeeper, EMA, early-bird fans

Joel Janchenko, 18, from LaGrange dances to the music of EMA on Friday afternoon at the Pitchfork Music Festival. (Scott Stewart/Sun-Times)Oh, is this the way they say the future’s meant to feel,

Or just 20,000 people standing in a field?

— Jarvis Cocker

The first band scheduled to play the 2011 Pitchfork Music Festival was, of course, Gatekeeper. The electronic duo kicked off just after, of course, the gates opened at 3 p.m. sharp for this seventh annual indie-rock-and-more event at Union Park in Chicago’s West Loop.

Nearly 50 bands will perform on three stages here in Union Park during the next three days, and more than 50,000 fans are expected to attend. Tickets (surprisingly) remain for tonight’s acts and Saturday’s bill. Sunday is sold out.

The first kids through the gate Friday afternoon began sprinting toward the main stage. The park was virtually empty; why in such a hurry? “If I didn’t get a spot up close for Animal Collective, then the night would be a complete disaster,” said Jimmy Chang, 17, from his blanket near the lip of the Green Stage. “I am NOT MOVING!”

P4k2011’s first sounds were very yin and yang. As Gatekeeper’s light, blissful tunes fluttered over the trees, EMA (Erika M. Anderson) squinted into the hazy afternoon sun and began grinding out some dark, menacing music. Supported by a guitarist, her little sister on drums and Leif Shackelford on violin and keyboards, Anderson, 28, took her sweet time building up some twisting, twisted alt-rock. Flipping her bleached bangs in and out of her eyes, Anderson seemed to struggle to restrain herself — at one point joking about “breaking things” but keeping a cool head as she lead her band through these slow, brooding songs.

“I wish that every time he touched me he left a mark,” she snarled in “Marked,” a song that began with Shackelford strumming his violin like a ukulele. Elsewhere, Shackelford sawed at that poor thing like John Cale on his Velvet Underground cello. The band frequently collapsed into VU-like noise breaks, on the foreboding “Butterfly Knife” and again (with two violins now!) on “Breakfast,” but without the drone. Anderson gurgles and groans like a Patti Smith hopeful, but she’s got more panache. “I did not bring the whiskey on stage,” she said. “I don’t know why.”

The first fans through the gate sprint into Union Park for the start of the Pitchfork Music Festival. (Thomas Conner/Sun-Times)

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