Do You Believe in Your Heart That the Virgin Festival is Dead?

This past Sunday, also known as yesterday, I hit up the Amphitheatre yet again.
After maneuvering around a helicopter that needed to land on the QEW in Beamsville, the no reason traffic jam that Oakville is famous for (thanks for that, Oakville), and the battle for parking between the Ex, CNE and Virgin Festival, Zack and I did end up making it later than we had hoped, but still there.
We had originally bought tickets when the event was meant to be held in Oro, ON. Which is a no name town about 25 min from Camp.
Anyways, it was changed to the Amphitheatre, and once we FINALLY arrived there (after running from the parking lot a km away) we were ushered to the one of many, "white tents" to exchange our tickets.
And then we were asked a tough question.
Do you want floor or the 200's.
It was a tough one, it required a quick meeting and then a debrief after wards but we felt as if the floor was the right choice for us personally.
Maybe not for all of you out there, but for us it definitely was.
It was at this tent that 2 other amazing intriguing questions was asked.
1. Why was the festival moved from Oro to T.o.
Answer: To boost sales
2. Do you feel in your heart that the Virgin Festival is dead.

Do I feel in my HEART that the festival is dead?
What does that even mean. In my heart? I don't know if Virgin Festival really resides anywhere near my heart, or in my body at all for that matter. I THINK it might be going downhill due to the recent lack of attendance it's faced. I also feel as if the multi-million dollar corporation, Virgin, can afford to play around with some briefcases full of 50s, and put on a massive 2 day concert extravaganza on the harbour front in Toronto in order to draw a crowd of thousands and end up with brief cases full of 100s. For me, this isn't some spiritual experience that will capture my heart, it's simply a show.
Is that OK?
Zack and I arrived for the beginning of Mute Math's set (of which we rocked hard for, and no one else seemed to know who they were), and stayed through Cold War Kids, N.E.R.D., Our Lady Peace, saw a small portion of Pet Shop Boys (just enough to be totally creeped out by the senior citizens on stage and realize they kind of suck) and the headliner: Nine Inch Nails.
NIN wasn't exactly what we expected, but they were still very good times.
Concerts in themselves are pretty hit and miss for a lot of people. It was cold, my feet hurt, I was dehydrated and hungry by the end, someone elbowed me in the face at one point, I was caught in between 3 large sweaty men who smelled just as they felt for awhile, and I paid an exponential amount of money for a small piece of pizza.
Yet, I walked away thinking it was a darn good time. But I can see why people wouldn't like it.
I am not one of those people.
cheers.