So I Says "Filler? I Barely Even Know Her!"

The Fillmore is a real cool place over by Japantown, and I hadn't ever been there till recently (what with spending 9/10 of my life in parts less cultured). According to really legitimate, highly academic sources that definitely aren't Wikipedia, a famous concert performer I've never heard of called Bill Graham was instrumental in making it famous, even though from 1968 to the 1980s he diverted lots of traffic to some new theater then flipped around and started promoting things at the original Fillmore again, then it had to close down in '89 due to earthquake damage. Five years later, it reopened, and sometime in the 14 years between then and now, soulless promotional conglomerate Live Nation picked up the venue.

Like I said before I'm not a Bay Area or even California native, so the only unofficial history I'm really familiar with is firsthand experience. I had my first concert experience there just last week, and boy howdy was I impressed. I saw Pendulum, who is my favorite not-quite-drum and bass group, and they rocked just as hard as they know how. Easily the coolest part was the getting seven high-fives over the course of the night from the frontman, Paul Harding. My throat has never been as sore as it was for the next three days, but man alive was it worth it. I can only imagine the other types of stories people must have there, and I'd like to post more later with more collected stories. Or I could have you all do it!

THE QUESTION: What stories do you all have about Fillmore experiences?