I watched the first few Beck songs like this

Getting to Golden Gate park from the Mission was a comedy of errors. No cabs in sight and multiple full buses. Once I got to the park, we were herded like cattle into the ticket-checking area and told to separate ourselves into genders (quite un-SF of them really) without explanation. We were then frisked and searched. On the way into the park, I actually had a great view of the stage where Beck had started, albeit through a chain-link fence. I watched for a bit then scouted an excellent spot on top of a hill which I then secured for the rest of the show (and was joined by Jonathan who had kept my spirits up with frequent texts on the way in - that is, when the cellular networks weren't down - ha!).