On Jam Band Concerts: Is there such a thing as too awkward?

A few days ago, I had the wonderful experience of seeing Rusted Root, a band of which I was not very familiar with pre-concert. Yeah, I checked out their MySpace, heard that Matilda song, but I figured what the hell, a live show is a live show right?

Unless it's a jam band.
Unless everyone there is wearing khaki shorts or pants or pants too short to be pants and too long to be shorts.
Unless the median age is 35 and everyone smells like patchouli and scalp.
Like I said, unless it's a jam band.

I mean, this was just definition awkward. There was the white people dancing moves--you know, the snapping fingers-stiff legs-planted feet-saying 'yeah', 'yeah' with your eyes closed-twisting hip-less hips-rythymless kind of dance. Instead of a mosh pit, there was a 'circle of love'. And beyond all of this, there was a severe lack of personal space. What I mean is that when one enters a jam band show, you forfeit your right to boundaries. I learned this pretty quickly when this hippy bitch hopped up on sun-grown bud came up to me, grabbed my hand and tried to drag me into her cultish, circle of love deal. And when, of course, I recoiled as I would from a hot flame, she gave me the dissapointed hippy look. This look, cleverly crafted, says 'you negative asshole, you're the reason peace doesn't work.' And I must say as horrible and boring as the show was (I actually had to stop myself from lying down in the middle of the desolate floor--where I'd nearly been killed months before at a much more exciting, energetic, and comfortingly black-clad Adicts show--because the band's jam sessions just wouldn't fucking stop.) My friend and I were the 'negatives' dressed entirely in funeral colors (worse yet, one of us wore a Highway to Hell shirt and a gun necklace.) Why we had to stay to the end I'm not sure, maybe it was the fact that we'd spent money to be spiritually assualted by middle-aged NGOers on a weekend night; stoned off ganja brownies and patting us to "move a little, man." Anyway, I'm sure someone somewhere likes Rusted Root and their shows, but the whole time I just couldn't get over the awkward scene. It was on another level. It is officially the first thing I have deemed as too awkward--who knew there was such a thing...