| Mar202008 | The Pillows at Club Motor |
“Please. Come, near. More near.” Sawao uses his hands to motion the crowd closer. The space between people disappears and we actually manage to take four of five steps towards the stage. A few minutes ago, The Pillows just opened with I Think I Can and now the fun really starts.
Club Motor is a big space. It’s more or less the second floor of a small, abandoned warehouse. The crowd was too small to be intimidating but the space was too big to be intimate. We mostly solved that problem by squeezing in tight against the stage. I mention it’s on the second floor because it had a lot of give in it. The floorboards would warp against the modest thumping and jumping of the opening bands and they were really put to the test when The Pillows took the stage and the moshing really started.

Photo credit: ashlyn tahlier
It was surreal to hear them live. Their recordings are like a wall of sound; heavy guitar licks, cymbals shattering and an ethereal voice that can be heard above it all. I did not think it was possible to reproduce this live but I was happily proven wrong. Hybrid Rainbow blew me away like it did back in 2002 when I first heard the song. Advice seemed to push the very limits of distortion and my eardrums… and then it grew in both volume and complexity. Wow.
This band makes a thick Japanese accent sound sexy and not in the creepy schoolgirl fetish way.
In broken English, the lead singer tried to explain why Seattle rocks: the hotel in San Francisco did not have a bathtub, the one in Seattle does. You hear that, rock stars of the world?! Good luck trying to take a bath in stinky ol’ San Francisco, Seattle is where its at.

Photo credit: Jamesia
Other mental notes I had but too tired to write about:
- opening local band was pretty solid
- if I ever whored myself out it would be for a mean girl with a guitar
- I have a dysfunctional, bipolar love/hate relationship with concert crowds
- I killed two birds with one stone by shoving obnoxious teenage mosher into grumpy fat girl
- why don’t they serve alcohol at these concerts
- I am too chicken to mosh
- I should bring earplugs to concerts to cater for my wimpy friends
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