There was a time, back when I played every Friday Night at a local American Legion, I had purchased theater poles and plastic chain that strung through the poles. It kept the drunks away from me, and other band members when I had the band. Their was, of course, always the occasional Ahole that ducked under the chain to approach the stage. Usually, the barmaid would get his undivided attention by grabbing him by the back of his shirt, or some other body part. She was a tall, skinny, country gal that could really handle anyone that got out of line. And, she always did it with a great sense of humor and a big smile. Loved that lady in those situations.

Gary