Frank Zappa at the Masonic Theater in Royal Oak, Michigan. This was before you were born.
The band of course is phenomenal. They're playing some ridiculous jam in 13/8 and are tight as hell, when some asshole throws a bottle onstage. With a wave of his hand, Frank stops the band dead cold and politely calls for the house lights please. House lights come up to reveal the asshole getting pounded on by other fans, but Frank asks if he could please have Security escort the guy out. They do, as much for his own protection as anything else. Frank then proceeds to lecture us about proper concert behavior. We can sing, clap, yell, dance if we want, but under no circumstances should we throw bottles onstage or any other shit. He talks about how incredibly beautiful this venue is - and indeed it was - and how special it is to even have a rock concert there, but some asshole always has to spoil it. He's making so much sense that we all just sat there in silence, and dammit, he's right. The Masonic Theater has carpeted walls, huge chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, and is just fucking gorgeous.
Then he turns around and yells "Two! Three! ..." and BANG! the band picks up immediately where they left off, in this amazingly intricate jam. Frank's control over his bands was legendary, and now I've seen it first hand, though not in the most positive circumstances.
When the last song finished, the house lights came up within two seconds. The message was clear: Show is over, this audience does NOT get any encores. Shit. Some asshole ruined it for everyone.
