This is what happens when you take music class out of schools.

An entire generation that has no idea how to appreciate music.

The current concert experience is not helping.

It's no wonder the music industry is scrambling for dollars. They've sold the farm and given the money to the circus.

Stop with the food courts and the fundraising and the marketing and all the other jungle of distractions that keep people from going to their seats to see the bands on stage.

The only thing I want to see outside the stage area is a merch booth. And stop with the damn beer gardens and VIP tents. The concert seat is your damn beer garden.

I really dislike the early start/late arrival that is going on at concerts.

Gates are opening earlier, but that does not mean fans are getting there any earlier.

Once this generation of concert goers arrives, though, it's not like they really arrive. They are still half a brain into social media.

This past Saturday night's show at the White River Amphitheatre with Incubus was no exception. Promptly at 6:45 pm, Judah And The Lion started their set a mostly empty pit area and maybe 2,000 strong in the stands and on the lawn.

The beer hall was full, but a thin crowd later meant an almost ghost town appearance for early concert attendees.

In my younger concert going days, I remember gates opening at 6 p.m. meant the opening band would hit the stage around 9 p.m.

We stood for hours in the pit, ready for the sweaty and physical night ahead.

The pit now consists of twiggy kids who aren't big drinkers staring at their phones impatiently as they record the concert happening in front of them.

I have half a mind to open a concert venue that has absolutely zero cell service or wifi.

There's not actually any reason to have a pit these days. Nobody treats it like a pit anymore. Even at Metallica's epic show at CenturyLink, the mosh pits that did erupt were small and like dipping your foot in the kiddie pool compared to an actual pit.

I want a pit that risks CTE as a possible outcome.

That's appreciating the moment.

Living for the moment.

Not the memory of the time you took a great self from the last known location of a mosh pit.

Some of this could be the kids of today walking around with $500 phones.

As one of the mudsoaked kids from Woodstock '94, trust me when I tell you that memory is worth more than your HD photo.

Bring back the disposable camera and leave your damn leash at home.

Henderson took this photo with a crappy disposable camera from the Woodstock '99 pit.