John S.
Yelp
I reviewed the Bill Graham Civic Auditorium circa 2009, but my review got removed, according to Yelp, "because it is not relevant, specifically it deals with matters outside of the normal customer experience."
I have since returned for at least two and probably three concerts. As a concert venue, it feels unfinished. And old. It didn't help that there weren't very many people in attendance when I saw Morrissey here in 2019, so it felt just cavernous and gaping. Honestly, it felt like . . . a convention center space, which is what it was used for when I had the experience that inspired my original review below. Funny how that works.
Also in 2019, they added all those neon signs to the western wall (and possibly the southern and eastern walls?). As I predicted, many of them would stop working almost immediately, but it was interesting art as far as art goes, I guess. Hm, I'm still not sure how I feel about those, especially since the 21-Hayes bus no longer turns right onto Polk Street so that its riders can ponder those signs like I used to. I'm sad.
I would definitely come to a concert here, but it wouldn't be my first choice for a venue. For starters (and enders), now that Ananda Fuara is long gone (RIP), it's a sketchy place to find food. There's plenty of food to be found, but you'll find a lot of other unwanted things nearby before you'll find food. Trust me.
ORIGINAL REVIEW
So I've never been to a concert here; have never felt good about myself by spending one day out of my life at Project Homeless Connect to "help" homeless people (although it would be much more effective and less holier than thou to work for funding for long-term services like housing, mental-health, and substance-abuse resources that actually help homeless people than volunteering here and at the same time supporting, whether actively or quietly, "tough on crime" measures like getting the homeless people out of sight so we don't have to think about them or get offended when they ask us for money we know they will use for booze or liquor as we're walking to a bar to get hammered); but I do have firsthand experience with the Bill Graham Civic Auditorium.
I came to what I thought was a focus group here. But instead of sitting around a table with a bunch of other San Francisco people and listening to a moderator who clearly isn't from San Francisco ask us to give our true feelings about some credit-card rebates program, my job was to look at new cars.
That's right; I got to walk around this large venue and look at different cars that all looked very similar to me. As I walked from car to car, I was to fill out information on a hand-held electronic thingamajig. Now, this was before the ubiquity of iPod Touches, when people who used their tablet PDAs were thought of as the biggest dorks ever. So it was funny to be walking around and doing this. In addition to looking at the cars, I looked at the venue itself and wondered what it would be like to see a concert here. It's definitely big, but tweener big venues are often horrible places to see a show.
Because dozens of people were doing this focus-group thing, I was surrounded by others, roughly my age, who were at different points in their new-vehicle-inspection walkabouts. One fetching woman caught my attention, and she had started just after I did, so I slowed down a little so that she could catch up.
Being the weirdo that I am, I didn't say anything to her but simply went about my focus-group business. She passed me up and finished relatively quickly. As I was filling out the requested information on the final car, I wondered why I had found her so striking. She was attractive, but so were many of the other twentysomethings walking around these cars. Then I remembered that I had seen her on the 21 while we were both on our way to this place.
Satisfied, I went home.
Over the next three months or so, I saw the same woman at different places in the neighborhood. First, I saw her at Bean Bag. Then, she was waiting for the 24. I think I was on the same bus with her a few more times, and the last time I remember seeing her, she was talking on her phone while walking by Lilly's.
So every time I saw her, I wanted to talk to her. Why didn't I? Well, the only thing we had in common was this odd car-examining experience for which we had both been paid in cash (I think). Beyond that, what else was there to discuss? I'm actually a pretty good conversationalist, but when it comes down to it, I get intimidated easily.
So I don't know whether I'll ever see this attractive, strong-jawed woman again, but I will always remember her hair and her posture, and that's pretty amazing.