There was a questionnaire handed out at the concerts asking some rather scary questions about possible future pathways for the Ojai Festival: more concerts spread over more weekends? more or different venues? more modern music? less modern music? more commercialization? less? All these questions drove home the realization of the fragility of the whole premise of Ojai, which by some miracle has managed to survive these 52 years. Any visiting New York hotshot - and I've talked to several in my 18 years' attendance - will tell you what's wrong with Ojai: It needs a performing-arts center, a national press bureau, headline attractions on three-sheets hung from Lompoc to Lomita, Big Macs and Starbucks on every corner. By those standards, those 52 years of Ojai add up to one of music's profound failures. Other standards, however, sound a different note. Cherish it.