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But! Though this will be old news to some, it still might not be too late to collect sweet refund justice for their exorbitant fees.

What you're seeing in the last panel is the brain releasing dopamine, kittens, and the mellow hits of Phil Collins into the body as a last-ditch attempt to numb the crushing pain of music festivals. Or maybe it was just awesome and everything else was actually just a minor inconvenience.

Last Friday night at Coachella, the Black Keys brought John Fogerty of Creedence Clearwater Revival onstage to play "The Weight" in memory of the recent death of The Band drummer Levon Helm. Everyone who wasn't at Coachella suddenly became 100 percent more regretful that they couldn't make it.

He must have been taking tips from John Lennon.

The NCAA March Madness Championship opened with a whimper last night as The Fray sauntered onto the court and promptly butchered the National Anthem. Choosing to play it with a tambourine and bongos may have been a bad enough decision, but the horrifyingly out-of-tune and jangly guitar turned a bad rendition into an atrocity.

Coldplay covered "Fight for Your Right to Party" at the Hollywood Bowl last week in honor of Adam Yauch's death. A nice sentiment, but what do we think of the aggressively Coldplay-stylized version, or the fact that the Beastie Boys publicly disowned the song and have long since stopped performing it live?

Joke's on you! We're actually softcore!

"Reanimated corpse" isn't entirely accurate. It's actually a hologram of the late, great West-coast rapper, which gave a surprise performance to finish off the first week of Coachella 2012. This proves that (a) industry executives can own your body as well as your soul, and (b) '90s nostalgia has gotten WAY out of hand.

A writer in Boise, Idaho takes some editorial license.

Despite his forward-looking horn-rimmed glasses, a cop was not feeling generous about Le Tigre's performance during the Occupy Wall Street May Day protests.

Concerts are fun until you're too old and crotchety to tolerate things like getting someone else's urine on your shirt.

Unplugged, LITERALLY.