When you’re about to drunkenly yell something stupid during the quiet/acoustic part of a concert (which is what Mellencamp was objecting to) please remember that not one person there paid to hear you. I was at a Neil Young acoustic set in Detroit that was ruined by screeching drunks who’d rather hear their own head roar than a songwriting genius in his twilight years. If hollering is what gets you off, go sit in your car and scream yourself into idiot ecstasy. Nobody. Paid. To. Hear. You.