Last night, I saw Radiohead in concert for the second time. Unlike the first time, when I saw them with my family, yesterday evening I headed out alone.
The atmosphere was electric and the music more vibrant than ever before. Within each song, there would be a melody line or a rhythm that made me nearly gasp for air with its pure passion and intensity.
It’s all too easy to recite the lyrics by heart, shouting them out to no one in particular and having the security guard snicker at your over-the-top dancing (not that I am experienced with this by any means). But there has always been something about the words of Thom Yorke that makes your gut drop and your head reel to a particular moment in your life that suddenly glows with a hazy light.
And it’s the most beautiful thing in the world.
“Nude”
Now that you’ve found it, it’s gone,
Now that you feel it, you don’t,
You’ve gone off the rails.
So don’t get any big ideas
they’re not going to happen,
You’ll go to hell for what your dirty mind is thinking.
“Fake Plastic Trees”
She looks like the real thing,
She tastes like the real thing,
My fake plastic love.
But I can’t help the feeling,
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run.
And it wears me out, it wears me out.
It wears me out, it wears me out.
And if I could be who you wanted,
If I could be who you wanted
All the time, all the time.
“How to Disappear Completely”
That there,
That’s not me.
I go
Where I please.
I walk through walls,
I float down the Liffey.
I’m not here,
This isn’t happening.
I’m not here.
I’m not here.
“All I Need”
I’m the next act
waiting in the wings,
I’m an animal
Trapped in your hot car,
I am all the days
that you choose to ignore.
You are all I need,
You are all I need,
I’m in the middle of your picture
Lying in the reeds.
I am a moth
who just wants to share your light,
I’m just an insect
trying to get out of the night.
I only stick with you
because there are no others.
You are all I need.
“Karma Police”
Karma police,
I’ve given all I can,
it’s not enough,
I’ve given all I can,
but we’re still on the payroll.
This is what you get
when you mess with us.
For a minute there
I lost myself, I lost myself.
“Videotape”
When I’m at the pearly gates,
This will be on my videotape, my videotape.
Mephistopheles is just beneath
and he’s reaching up to grab me.
This is one for the good days,
and I have it all here
In red, blue, green,
Red, blue, green.
You are my center
When I spin away
Out of control on videotape,
On videotape.
My, oh my. I am quite jealous.
Perhaps you will be less jealous when I tell you I chose to omit the fact that I had to walk 10km home alone? Gooood times!
Concert and a workout! Top off with a bottle of whiskey (or wine, seeing as, you know, Italy) while reminiscing about the evening via an Ipod, and frankly, seems like a fantastic time! Although, I do not know the scourge of being a woman, alone, in a foreign country, in the middle of the night. I hear that comes with a drawback or two.
Ha! I certainly wish that had been my evening.
Nein, I found myself hobbling along on legs that had become noodles, ravenously searching for a vending machine.
Interestingly enough, no one bothered me! Though, I would chalk that up to the fact that I looked like a crippled 80 year old woman.
Truly la dolce vita.
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