Typically, summer festivalgoers migrate to the same sites and are treated to the spectacle of vendors all lined up hawking overpriced clothing, terrible food and beer at gentlemen's club prices. And the music? Just how many maudlin, middle-aged musical memories need to be rehashed? How often can Cheap Trick play before "Surrender" becomes the only option? Often, folks are left with little to show except a sunburn, an empty wallet and the omnipresent mantra: "I'm not going to do that... More >>>