It's not that I have anything against Red Rocks. In fact, I think we should be extremely proud to have such a stunning and truly awesome venue in our backyard, owned and operated by our own city government. In this, as in so many musical riches, we're very lucky. It's just such an event. I mean, I have to pack up rain gear to avoid getting drenched (as I did in 2000 at the infamous Neil Young show), fill up my flask to avoid spending all my money on bad beer, and deal with surly parking lot attendants in their blinding vests. I have to stretch out of my easy, comfortable world of Denver's readily accessible dives, with their cheap drinks, adequate sound systems and, above all, roofs.