Miss Chicago (2)
Years later I brought the Rolling Stones for a concert at the Rosemont Horizon, an arena I had put together outside Chicago. The Stones, whose show was more outrageous by an order of magnitude than the Beatles ever were, drew every mover and shaker and aspiring somebody in Chicago’s establishment. Some of them probably enjoyed the concert, but all of them knew they had to be there whether they liked the tunes or not: it was the Place To Be. Everybody understood by then that not only was the music not much of a threat, it was in fact part of the conformist coloring of the period. The business world can accommodate anything, as long as the rules of property are not disturbed.