The Civic is 50 years old this year, and in case you've never seen it, it is straight out of Tomorrowland:
They don’t host a ton of rock shows at the Santa Monica Civic these days. Mostly arts and crafts shows and special holiday events for the community. Let’s just say the building was not ready for, and did not fully withstand, the sonic assault.
Towards the end of standard MBV finale “You Made Me Realise,” I heard to the right of me something that sounded like a balloon popping or one of those party poppers with the confetti in them. You know the ones, right?
Anyhow, I turn around and there’s this guy holding his head like maybe a beer bottle thrown from the bleachers had hit him in the head or something. Kate looked down at her foot and saw that it had started bleeding. She and I realized that a big light bulb had been loosened from its fixture in the ceiling and had bashed the poor gentleman in his crown, leaving him a bit bloody. Kate had caught some shrapnel from the same bulb in her foot. She walked out of the show under her own power.
The injured patron looked a little like this:
That’s what seeing My Bloody Valentine is like.
