That is also the exit the artists use to escape. Once I was stuck in the parking lot exit traffic, cussing up a storm at a big limo trying to cut me off. Well, he did, and as he drove by, Barry Manilow waved to me from the back seat. Another time, my friend followed Bette Midler to the restaurant at the golf course and went in an met her.
I can't imagine how much a concert there costs now. I loved the open air feeling, without the pain and rain of the lawn seats. I fell in love with Jackson Browne in that theater, but he never returned my affections.