I'm sure, no matter what job you do, the work invades your subconscious in weird ways.
I was excited to check out this new Punch Brothers track from the up-and-coming "Who's Feeling Young Now?" release.
I was pretty struck by how much a "bluegrass" band (in quotes, because they are so much more than bluegrass) can absorb Radiohead's sound.
Check out "Movement And Location":
Hear the song on Youtube.
They also do a cover of "Kid A" on the new album.
So I had Radiohead on the brain.
Now let me admit something that I know lowers any semblance of Cool that I might possess---I'm just not that into Radiohead.
It's a terribly unhip thing to say, I know.
And in some circles, I am surely a Philistine.
But I just didn't go with them down "The Paranoid Android" road, into chorus-less songs, droning stylistics, deep atmospherics.
I can't say that I think of Radiohead that often, but they must've been rattling around in the attic up there, because that night . . .
We were on stage in a small theatre, like a high school auditorium, but smaller. Tighter. With the audience practically on top of us. Thom Yorke was nodding at me, encouragingly. I had an acoustic guitar in my hand, but one quick strum revealed that the pickups were run through several distortion pedals, producing a loud, clanging sound.
I don't know how to play guitar.
But that didn't matter. Radiohead needed me.
Instead of this being some kind of anxiety dream, it turned out to be some kind of Rock N Roll wish fulfillment. Because what I was playing, randomly banging on the guitar, producing feedback and atonal noise, sounded fucking great!
The band was doing the real work, of course, creating an actual song. But I was helping build the sonic palette, and the crowd loved it.
It was like a dream come true!
Well, it was like a dream, anyway.
But hey, I like Radiohead much better since they invited me to join the band.
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