Radiohead Live- A dream 10 years in the making.
Radiohead is a language.
Every word is every song they’ve ever written and every song is exactly the words you need to speak the language. Precisely what should be said. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Disbelief at watching Thom, Jonny, Ed, Colin and Phil live. Every song deeply intertwined with a memory. Every song a memory in itself. Every song a minuscule yet infinite glance into the future.
Second drummer too. Possibly Portishead.
All the songs are rooms I want to live in for the rest of my life in 25 different parallel universes
Burn the witch was a cathartic experience.
I felt the music coming from a higher power. But I know my Gods. They were right in front of me. I was in their thrall. Ready to follow them off a cliff if Thom told me to in a glassy, lingering elegy.
The best day of my life. The worst day of my life. A day in my life. A moment. A painting. A picture. A film.
I felt like my back was breaking every two seconds. I was obsessed with my spine snapping into innumerable pieces. There were moments when I felt like I was floating. I had no spine. I was an amoeba. Hurtling into the abyss. Twisting. Turning.
I could feel the paranoia. I could feel every word of paranoid android. I am a paranoid android. Resonating. Ready to be ripped from my body and pieced back whole. Again. Again. Till infinity turns to dust.
Separator. Speechless. I felt like collapsing into a heap and absorbing the sound waves for the rest of my life.
Daydreaming was the perfect intro. Felt like birds chirping welcoming me into a place I would want to stay in for the rest of my life.
All I need. Was all I needed. Words turned to scripture.
No surprises was everything and more.
Everything was in its right place. Not to be touched. Not to be moved. No disturbances. Just perfect.
The Gloaming completed me. It took the parts that were broken and fixed them. As myxomatosis tore it all down again. Or was it the other way around?
In the next world war
In a jackknifed juggernaut
I am born again
The truth will mess you up.
Yesterday I woke up sucking a lemon.
In an interstellar burst.
I am back to save the universe
Who’s in the bunker? I’m in a bunker. I am the idioteque. I am kid A.
The Karma Police outro with just Thom and his acoustic guitar changed my life.