I would normally say this is me just getting old, but I was like this when I was 20. I could never get into the mega-outdoor-concert thing, where there's a Chinese menu of 57 bands who play like 8 songs each -- while you're laying in a tiny patch of grass with sweaty friends surrounded by sweaty strangers with frisbees, some 5000m from the stage, facing a parking nightmare just to get in and out of the place.
Give me a greasy no-name band in a small club built for 40 people. Far more exciting to me, for example, was the recent announcement of a show consisting of Com Truise, Poolside, and Bonde do Rolê (and here Brazil's Bonde do Rolê is the band I really want to see) at SF's Mezzanine.
I mean, their baile funk take on Metallica is pure parody genius ... good enough to stand on its own.
Man, living in Berkeley when Green Day suddenly went big, I still have a thing for their record label predecessors like the Mr. T Experience.