SFist had just recently been introduced to the venue, but had heard about the exploits of its patrons all the way over on the east coast before even getting out here. Nearly every edgy post-industrial art crew, ironic spiritual movement and guerilla theater troupe in SF has probably performed, staged a benefit, or just passed out next to a urinal at the Odeon. We're going to follow up with some contacts and try to get some more details, but in the meantime, we're preparing for mourning (and already have more than a little personal regret).