I was in Bologna and Bercy#2. The shows were incredible. Really terrific. I saw them for my first time in Bologna: all was strange and unexpected and also enchanted, under the moon and the perfect wind of september night. I came home and I wanted so badly another minute, hour, month of their music. I wanted Radiohead again and again and again. So, Bercy. This time I knew what I wanted. I waited for one song or another, I knew how Thom moves in Lotus flower, how he swings and becomes a charm snake who bewithces all of us. I knew how he leans down on the piano and under his eyes on the screens when he sings You and whose army? I wanted something and he gave me that. The short circuit of my wish fulfilment was complete. More than complete. Because after the show I saw Thom at Social club. He began with my beloved Duke Ellington: so he killed me. He killed me gently and delightfully. But, after all, I'm so glad to be dead while Thom put some jazz for me.
Thank you guys, thank you Thom.
Much love.
