The school year has ended, and another graduating class has moved on into the real world—many of them to New York City, where the epic music festival Governors Ball was hosted from June 6 to June 8, headlined by Outkast, Vampire Weekend, Jack White, and Skrillex. I attended all three days, and in honor of the recent graduates (myself included), I’m handing out superlatives to the sights, sounds, and people of the festival.

Best Fans – SKATERS

The New York-based punk band drew a local crowd on June 8, an early Sunday afternoon when most concertgoers were either nursing a hangover or still asleep. But what it lacked in size it made up in enthusiasm and friendliness. In what was probably the world’s friendliest mosh pit, men and women of all ages smiled and laughed as they shoved each other, even helping the fallen up before pushing them to the floor again.

Worst Fans – The Strokes

The Strokes are a great band. But their fans are overzealous, unaware toddlers convinced that their taste in music is superior to everyone else’s. The minute the band emerged, dozens of shirtless teenagers began a slow, vicious pilgrimage directly through anyone in front of them towards their gods onstage. The ensuing human traffic jam was only slightly more comfortable than the human centipede, probably.

The kiddos weren’t any better during the show, howling every lyric off-key and eagerly demonstrating their knowledge of the band down to every last drum fill and guitar riff. The Strokes played a tight and energetic set, but it’s a shame that my perception of the band was hugely overwhelmed by the pubescent hordes around me.

Most Awkward – Culture Clashes on 125th St.

Governors Ball takes place on Randall’s Island, which is a short walk on the Triborough Bridge from East Harlem. This made for some uncomfortable scenarios between concertgoers and neighborhood residents: rowdy teens from Long Island stumbling into bodegas, disgruntled moms coming home with large shopping bags having to deal with the packed sidewalks, a man in a wheelchair on the corner of 125th and 2nd pleading for change and getting ignored by dozens of high schoolers in glitter and jangly jewelry who paid $100 for the day or $230 for the weekend.

Most Overmatched Bandmate – El-P of Run the Jewels

El-P is a swell dude—an excellent producer, savvy entrepreneur, and quite decent rapper. But

basically anyone in the world would lag far behind the dexterous, charismatic Killer Mike if they had to share the stage with the man. Mike’s delivery was forceful yet relaxed, his lyricism and sense of time astounding. Sorry El-P, but when you perform next to a man who “moves with the elegance of an African elephant, presented the evidence eloquent as the president,” you’re not going to fare well in comparison.

Best Lyric – Frank Turner, “Try This At Home”

The cheerful, roaring Englishman Frank Turner deserves to be more famous in the States, especially due to lines like this one: “There’s no such thing as rock stars, just people who play music / And some of them are just like us, and some of them are dicks.”

Worst Lyric – Axwell ^ Ingrosso, any song

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