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Placebo V and i walked over to the Paradise Rock Club to see Placebo. I'd seen them once before, at a Live 105 Christmas show in San Francisco, and remember them being good. But i've never been so inclined as to listen to their albums. However, once again they impressed me live. Highlights of the set were "Slave to the Wage", "Taste in Men", "Pure Morning", and "Black Eyed". The crowd was almost as much of a story as the band. We were a few feet back from the right side of the stage, right in front of the ... umm ... well ... the guy who's not Brian Molko and not the drummer. (Really, he plays both bass and guitar, and at times didn't play anything and just danced around like Bez) Anyway, the people around us were nice enough, until two girls showed up on my left and kept trying to inch their way in front of people. Several times one of them brushed my elbow. A few minutes later, i see one of them tap the other on the shoulder and start saying something, all the while pointing and nodding in my direction. The most unsubtle gesture i've ever seen. The other strange thing about the audience was that while everyone was energetic, all the dancers were doing these weird club moves that were totally incongruent with the music. Stuff you'd see in a Coolio video. I was pleasantly surprised when the band did away with the usual "Thank you, good night!" bullshit that separates the main set from the encore, opting instead for a much more truthful "We'll see you in a few minutes". However, they then proceeded to pull the regular crap for their second encore. The show closed with a cover of the Pixies' "Where Is My Mind?" that was a rendition worthy of the band's hometown. A drunk girl from the front row got onstage briefly to showcase her freaky dancing, but was, thank god, quickly shuffled offstage by a roadie.
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