Once upon a time, when we were young, we enjoyed attending rock concerts. Indoors or out, it was a veritable lovefest. We sat on blankets in the sun or crowded into smoky arenas to listen to our favorite bands. We watched the performers and listened to their songs, and when the songs ended, we roared our approval. We were not the show, the artists were.
Try attending a concert these days. Be prepared for rudeness, obstructed views, and a crush of narcissistic morons who care more about documenting their attendance than actually attending. Be prepared to not see who you came to see and not hear who you came to hear.
Unless, of course, you watch the show on wide screens from the back of the venue—that would be the Fogies section.