Posted at 8:59 AM on April 4, 2011
by Bill Morelock
Filed under: The Short Version
The concert hall has long been a sort of secular cathedral, where bad behavior--i.e, giving vent to scabrous human impulses like coughing and sneezing--might get you punished by scolds and cold stares. But in the arcadian past the experience seems to have been more unbuttoned. Like a day at Target Field, complete with beer and brats and Max Patkin-style clowning.