I was so over Coachella for a variety of reasons, I inadequately summarized my experience according to some avid readers. So here we go with the best and the worst of the weekend. May it help those of you headed into weekend 2. Chalk it up to nostalgia, but the Violent Femmes were my favorite act of the entire festival. Their playlist included everything I could have wished for and more. They kept it moving and they kept it tight. The most unexpectedly enjoyable set was Jello Biafra who ranted his hypocritically anti-corporate message on the unabashedly corporate-sponsored Coachella stage without any sense of irony. Everybody splooged over The Postal Service. Maybe it’s the residual Deschanel, but that band is just so precious and twee. I love Jenny Lewis, but I love her more in other projects. Ben I can take or leave. Phoenix executed in a major way, but there was something so polished about the performance it almost felt simulated. The random of edition of R. Kelly was surprising for sure. As was Solange’s cameo with The xx, but Coachella needed to squeeze extra diversity wherever possible in their ultra-white lineup this year. 2013 lacked flavor for sure. As for the Chili Peppers, Anthony Kiedis is the Keanu Reeves of rock music. He’s a douche de la fromage. Flea rules.