Radiodead
26 05 2003Just got in from the Radiohead gig. Admittedly, I didn’t mention that I was going recently, but I’ve had a fucking terrible cold and as such I haven’t felt like blogging about things. I’m just about up to the task now though, so hopefully things will remain as coherant and entertaining as they ever are.
Paul and his sister eventually found the place (having had the usual Oxford-based traffic problems) and we sat around a bit, then went off to catch the Oxford Tube. Normally the journey is pretty uneventful, but we had, a seat or two away from us, a group of individuals who were pontificating and philosophising about Maths and the Physical Universe. (”The problem is, we don’t have to words to describe this point in space-time.” “A hypersphere would connect to itself in infinite directions” and the like). Clearly, it was an attempt by one of the males to lure the (unfortunately, totally impressed) female into an unsuspecting “Physical” liason of their own. When we left the Bus, some random italian\spaniard\generic european asked us if a) We knew where the venue was, and b) How much could he expect to pay for a ticket. Clearly he was prepared.
The gig itself was great. It was nice to see Radiohead again. The new album has grown on me like a fungal infection recently so I was quite pleased to see the songs played live, together with some oldies. Of course, we can guage how much of a Radiohead fan I was by the fact that my favourite two of the songs played were “Like Spinning Plates” and Thom’s solo acoustic “True Love Waits”. And, if seeing them fuck up “Airbag” in South Park wasn’t good enough, Thom forgot the first line to TLW and had to ask the audience, and then managed to forget another line a few into the song, leading to much collected mirth. It’s moments like that which make me realise how tight and professional Radiohead are.
I think I’ll ask for my money back…
Anyway. Besides gigging and being ill, we (Nikki, Tom and I) also watched the Eurovision. While it was nice to see that all the war-mongering of late has reduced the UK’s position in Europe to “dead last” (and naturally, having a shit entry didn’t help) it was disappointing to see that everyone’s favourite Russian Lesbians, Tatu, were relegated to a third place standing overall.
Another symptom of my lack of bloggage recently, is the horribly addictive Crimsonland. I beat Tetris, I reached my peak on Super Collapse, I gave up on Scrabble (my brain can’t compare to a computer able to match permutations of hundreds of thousands of words from its database. Not all the time.) and now I’m hammering away at Crimsonland. I haven’t determined at what point I’ll decide I’ve beaten it into the ground, but rest assured it’s not going away anytime soon. Download it at your own risk.
And that’s about it. As interesting as ever, I’m sure. Perhaps I’ll get around to that Buffy essay I keep threatening to do at some point soon.
Hi James,
Hmm. Just finished reading your ‘Coke Head’ blog entry from a few weeks back. Although I don’t share all of your drinking habits, I thought your points about tea were very interesting, especially the bit about ‘drinking Imperialism’ ;-) Anyway, consider this: You say you like tea, and you don’t drink the things you should. Iced tea is a tasty, refreshing, and healthy alternative to soft drinks such as Coke, which contain unnatural ingredients and additives. Personally, I’ve always been a fan of tea, and lately, I’ve been buying new lemon flavoured Nestea (in a bottle) from my local shops, and it’s got a really great taste. It’s available in a range of flavours too, so if you’re looking for something a little different to drink from what you’re used to, try Nestea!