function with regards to the throw pillows on the couch.
I first moved to San Francisco when I was 21 for an internship in the booking department at Bill Graham Presents.
It was the summer of 2002, a simply magical time in my life, and the genesis of the nearly 15-year love affair I’ve had with The City.
At some point during the internship, I learned that one of the talent bookers lived with a roommate. Given that he was much older than me, maybe 40, the fact that he lived with a roommate fascinated me.
At the time I was sharing a converted living room in the Upper Haight with a friend, and both of us slept on air mattresses.