Chris Erskine: Where the audience is the real rock star

We're back at the Hollywood Bowl. "Ugh," you're thinking. "The freeway, the parking, the morons in their Maseratis ... "

Obviously, the Bowl can be a bit of work. They've got these "boxes," where they somehow squeeze four canvas chairs in enough space for only two, along with those collapsible tables - 800 pounds, easy - that rest on the ledge, ready to sledge-hammer your kneecaps. They could stop a bullet, these tables. And we're supposed to pass them around like