Well, it might be the scene, and not what is seen.
How many people wander about the streets at Riverbend and never stop to see a show, or if they do, spend the whole time blabbing at the top of their lungs to be heard over the band, pissing off the people next to them trying to hear the music?
Those people exist everywhere, from Jam Band shows to Gospel shows.
If I had a transporter and could pop into the crowd for a show, the pop to the next, and so on, then pop back home, without dealing with all the crap in between, I'd go to Bonnaroo in a heartbeat. As things are, though, it wouldn't be worth those parts in between for me to go. I'd hate those parts so much I wouldn't be able to enjoy the music.
They always mean beautiful things like hummingbirds. I always reply by saying that I think of a little child in east Africa with a worm burrowing through his eyeball. The worm cannot live in any other way, except by burrowing through eyeballs. I find that hard to reconcile with the notion of a divine and benevolent creator. David Attenborough, on crediting God for the wonders of the world.