I made the mistake of seeing Lucinda Williams at a Zoo show a few years ago. Great place to hangout with friends and enjoy the evening but terrible place to watch a musician you're truly interested in. Nothing like listening to Lucinda sing a song about suicide while the guy in front of you sits on his pricy lawn chair, sips on wine, and plays with his tablet.

No one goes to ZooTunes for the music.

@2: Some do. And then they don't return.