For famously civilized and jaded New York City, the crowd at the resplendent Beacon Theatre is uncommonly involved. Loud requests, many in tangled liquor dialects, boom from the balcony:
Onstage, Jackson Browne smiles and shakes his head.
"I could do that, but it would have to be the rehab version." [crowd roars]
"'FOR A DANCER'!"
Oh, waitI'm yelling that.