This was/is an elegant venue. Some ner'do-wells either intentionally smashed a huge window to the vestibule or were simply victims of the laws of physics. Hardly matters because the incident set the tone. Milwaukee, in those days, was under tyrannical seige by the "troika" i.e. Mayor Meier, Police Chief Breier, His Honor Christ T. Seraphim....not to be riled!! The show went on, but it felt like house arrest. Despite Bobby's pleas to the audience not to ruin future visits to venues of this ilk, some just felt compelled to take things a bit too far (burning pristinely cushy seats tends to ruffle feathers). O tempora; O mores! Jerry didn't smile the whole night. I was seated stage left a few rows away. No dancing allowed; Enough said. ps
This was my first show! What a venue!