Waiting for the 5 men from Oxford

[Paranoid Decembroid]

Here I am again - another July 25th. I am so tired of this day. ItI can already hear the thunder booming miles away. But a few minutes of this day will be spent writing a blog to you...no one....because no one will ever read this....not even me. I don't know what's going to happen today. But I know one thing is for sure, I'll spend this day as I've spent the past few days, waiting to see THEM....once again. Whenever I listen to Radiohead, my brain lights up with a rainbow of colors. The colors fill me up. I saw them a few months back in May in St. Louis--specfuckingtacular. You guys bit me, bit me, bit me, ow! You bit me, bit me, now I want more. This is what's its all about...waiting...waiting...waiting. Waiting to see Radiohead, then waiting to see Mr. Ledger's Joker, then happily back to waiting to see Radiohead once more. I wish I was always waiting to see Radiohead over and over, always anticipating between other events.....but twice in one year? I'll take it. I got so lucky. LUCKY LUCKY LUCKY LUCKY.

It seems that the minority of people who can recognize ambient 3AM mysterious mornings and the sounds that follow through dawn, can understand that Radiohead just isn't about these 5 guys from Oxford making the best music that they can together. No, no, no, no. It's all about atmosphere. The atmosphere that surrounds them, created from their art elements to the eerie-but-comforting-music tones, reaching all the way to their unlimited optimism that saturates the minds of millions with wondrous enticement, inspiring the best parts of human evolution. Radiohead is so much more than most people recognize and perhaps even Radiohead themselves fail to see..........maybe. Outside perspective can be so much more enlightening when discovering something about yourself. Everything about them is so vague....like trying to remember what that blue ghost said to you in your dream, sitting next to you on the plane heading out into space amongst all that white noise----at least for me. Or having a great thought, then forgeting it before you had a chance to write it down. This is a constant state. Trying to decipher the lyrics vs. what someone is actually mumbling....mumbles.....they don't really want you to know what they're saying or what they’re doing. They don’t really want you to figure it out, to come to a conclusion…..or you’ve already lost it. There is no plan, there is no correct or direct explanation. No one knows where they are going with this….….evolution. Vagueness is their native. Fuzzzzzz FUZZZZY FUZZZZZ. But that's okay ....you can all hide behind those strange, little knowing expressions but inside---oh yes but inside....INSIDE....nobody knows but you.

The earth is waiting for your next move you 5 guys from Oxford.

But fuck, what do I know? I’m just some bitch who tends to make things a lot more than what they actually are. Hey - Whatever turns you on, whatever gets you off -