And you can't help but think of Mick Jagger and the brothers Maysles when you see a fellow who's been hired to shoot documentary footage filming Bryan imploring the crowd: ''Please chill the f--- out so people can enjoy the show! God damn!'' It's a veritable Frat Altamont.

But it ain't exactly the Hell's Angels running the show. Civility will prevail, in Greenville as in Hootieville. Tellingly: The band's chief bodyguard, he of shaved head and don't-mess-with-Darius musculature, keeps leaping from his crouch behind the amps into the crowd to break up skirmishes. But when his high-flying foot knocks over a girl's drink, this scary one-man security squad is back a few minutes later, a gentleman with his wallet open, pulling out a few bucks to buy the poor miss a replacement beer.

How...nice.

Originally posted May 03, 1996 Published in issue #325 May 03, 1996 Order article reprints
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