• Peter Hapak
  • Beck

Given how long getting across Union Park can take when it’s filled with festivalgoers, it pays to plan ahead. Pitchfork’s schedule tends to make you wish you could be in two places at once (whose idea was it to have Kelela overlap with Tune-Yards, or St. Vincent with FKA Twigs?), but barring sudden, radical advances in wormhole technology, that won’t be an option. These day-by-day, hour-by-hour itineraries, assembled by Reader staffers and a few obliging friends (plus one contest winner), ought to help you decide where to go. —Philip Montoro

Kaitlin Butler

Gin enthusiast, feminist, Reader contest winner

5:15 PM Debate getting spooky with the Haxan Cloak; remember that I’m not actually a teenage goth anymore. Get ice cream and browse the CHIRP Record Fair instead.

Peter Margasak

Reader staff writer

4:35 PM I’m betting that about a half hour of Hundred Waters will satisfy me, so by now I will have fortified myself with coffee to counteract the soporific effects of beer—I want to be ready for Neneh Cherry with Rocket­NumberNine in their only U.S. appearance. I feel like I’ve been waiting to see Cherry perform for three decades—so don’t stand in front of me, douchebag in the bandanna.

3:30 PM Yay, we’re all just showing up to the fest and we’re pumped and then Hundred Waters is like relax. And then we’ll all drift off to sleep . . .

Gwynedd Stuart

Reader social media manager

7:20 PM Even if you don’t like disco, you should watch synth maestro Giorgio Moroder to learn how to be a septuagenarian who’s still fucking awesome.