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Thom has added two Mexico shows to his Tomorrow’s Modern Boxes 2020 tour with Nigel Godrich and Tarik Barri. Tickets on sale Friday 8th November 10am local time.
Bbc radio 3' "Late Junction" included a choral version of "Pyramid Song". Love it. About 44 minutes in...
My Radiohead tribute (facebook.com/therethereNYC) will be playing the Bowery Ballroom on April 6th. We'll be joined by the fantastic Smiths/Morrissey tribute The Sons & Heirs. Please come say hi!
In the deepest ocean,
The bottom of the sea,
Your eyes —
They turn me.
"Weird Fishes (Arpeggi)", Radiohead (2007)
Last summer in the Polaroid Android series (see Related articles), I had introduced you to my my artistic crush for Chester Calayag, a young Filipino painter I met on W.A.S.T.E., Radiohead's official network. A tortured artist, yet he had a special way of making you look at the bright side of things through his off-beat humour and good spirit. Ultimately, it appears it was all but a front to conceal the deep-rooted ill-being that consumed him and that his art proved unable to fully exorcise.
Sadly, Chester decided to leave us on January 11.
Slowly we unfurl as lotus flowers
'Cause all I want is
The moon upon a stick.
I dance around a pit,
The darkness is beneath.
"Lotus Flower", Radiohead (2011)
I was greatly shocked to hear the news all the more since I had exchanged messages with him only a couple of days prior to this tragic event and he was delighted to have been included in a private group I had created on Twitter to celebrate the New Year.
“It's nice to read articles like this, and knowing that once in his life he experienced to be acknowledged” wrote Jhen Calayag, Chester's elder brother who broke the tragical news to me.
“Thank you for your time and the appreciation you showed to Chester. I'm so grateful to all the people who appreciate my brother especially when he was still alive. Please, keep on praying for his soul.”
Oh my god, I had not realised how much it had meant to him. I was genuinely moved when he surprised me with an oil portrait he made based on my profile picture stamped with “Gut Feeling”, which happens to be my dominant trait for those who know me well.
In Rainbows
As explained previously, Chester was a big fan of Radiohead. “He had a tattoo of Radiohead on his left arm, and before he died he made a doll of himself with a cassette tape of Radiohead [of Pablo Honey, their first album] as his head holding a guitar” Jhen remembers, obviously touched that I informed the Radiohead community of his tragic loss and posted some of Chester's paintings where they got featured in due place.
On W.A.S.T.E., Jo does recall first seeing Chester's comments “that were often accompanied with a "heh heh" and a :) or similar”.
I'm moving out of orbit
Turning in somersaults:
A giant turtle's eyes,
Jellyfish swim by...
"Bloom", Radiohead (2011)
”My initial thought was ‘what's so amusing? This guy's a bit weird!’. Then, bit by bit, I began to realise that he wasn't a weird guy at all. He had a marvellous, sometimes irreverent sense of humour, was sensitive and creative. His ‘Hi, how are you?’ posts were genuine. I got the feeling that he sincerely wanted to know how we were. In hindsight, maybe he was reaching out and needed to say show he was (but wasn't able to say, by what I can make out).”
“Chester's creative posts, showing his work were always like receiving a present. Like his character, they portrayed the unique, the beautiful, the sorrow, hurt and also humour in his and in our lives. He was so very talented and generous in his art. I particularly remember those long limbed figures (Radiohead, I think?) that were genial!”
“So, it's a shame I wasn't in contact with Chester for very long. He left a mark, definitely. It's such a tragic loss to his family, friends and fellow W.A.S.T.E. members that he felt unable to carry on. He will be missed, sorely missed. The world needs more Chesters, though of course he was a one-off! Bye, Chester and thank you.”
In Limbo
I jumped in the river and what did I see?
Black-eyed angels swam with me,
A moon full of stars and astral cars —
All the things I used to see.
All my lovers were there with me —
All my pasts and futures.
And we all went to heaven in a little row boat,
There was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt.
"Pyramid Song", Radiohead (2001)
According to his family, Chester was apparently suffering from the same ill as Thom Yorke in his younger years : depression. And that's probably because some of his lyrics mirrored his own feelings so well that he worshipped Radiohead's music.
“We thought he was suffering from depression, but he always answered he was fine” Jhen Calayag explains. “Really depression has no face. Although we saw sadness in his eyes, that sometimes he would choose to sleep more and keep quiet, he still managed to smile and have fun with us and with his friends. He really appreciated little things especially lately before he went.”
In pitch dark,
I go walking in your landscape.
Broken branches
Trip me as I speak.
Just because you feel it
Doesn’t mean it’s there...
"There There", Radiohead (2003)
“But only God knows what was really in his heart and mind. We are still clueless about the real reason why he took his own life. It's so shocking that his journey in this world ended in his own hands. Maybe he really wanted to free himself from the heartache and pain some people caused him. Everyday it feels like it's getting harder and harder to accept that he's gone. He had a lot of plans.”
“He was a good person, friend, son and brother. I don't remember if there were times when we had a fight or argument about something. He respected me as his older brother. I know that whenever I did something he didn't like, he was still there to support me. I still have a lot of things I'd like to say about him.”
“I didn't really talk with Chester very much” B apologises. “I did recognize him as a beautiful soul, so I 'friended' him. It's a tragedy that he left too early and by his own hand... he must have suffered deeply. He'll be missed. I hope he's flying free and happy now, in perfect peace.”
There's an empty space inside my heart
Where the weeds take root
So now I'll set you free...
"Lotus Flower", Radiohead (2011)
“I pray he finds the peace that he was searching for” writes Jean Dotson. ”I pray his family and friends find comfort in his passing. I have to believe, he has gone on to a better life. yes, he was so gifted, so expressive, so wonderful to have him in this life, if for only a brief time. the demon of depression can no longer haunt him. Blessings and Peace!”
“As a man and a fellow human being, I just wish more could be done to stop this happening again. So many good, talented and often too young people who are no longer with us. My sincerest thoughts are with the family of Chester. May he find the peace in the world he now inhabits that he sought on earth” concludes Ian The Trickster
Last Flowers
I, for one, would like him to be remembered for his bright side even though his dark side took him over, because that is what every human being should choose to nurture within. We are both light and darkness, but as gardeners of our inner sanctuaries, it is our utmost duty to ensure a good balance of whatever grows in it.
Even though it's certainly the hardest thing in the world in our egotistic societies ruled by psychopaths who ridicule emotional distress and make hypersensitivity look like a flaw. Strength lies not in feeling nothing but in no longer exhausting your energy in responding. Sadly, I do not have (yet) any perfect method to offer. I'll let you know when that happens (and for free). Do not remain confined in your own private hells pretending everything is okay. Weed out.
Painting is another way to give life.
~ Chester Calayag
Many thanks to Jhen Calayag and everyone who took the time to share their feelings.
And most of all, a huge thank you to Chester for crossing and illuminating our paths down below with his art, just like a comet crossing our horizon way too fast.
Ey@el
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This article was originally published on my blog La Pensine mutine and is also available in French.
what is up with not attending the Rock And Roll Hall of Fame awards I think it's bullshit ,I don't believe your using a lame excuse you don't know what it's about , it's a major honor you owe it to your fans !!!
Between some freshly-laid piss
and vomit from some 'china girl'
or 'odradek,' he collapses or more
accurately 'subsides' after tracing
a penta-grammed ridgeline
of ashes and stardust; right off
the porcelain lid, shattering Corporal
Clegg's floccinaucinihilipilification-
nous wooden leg. Off the bath-
room floor,
Boswell hums the abysmal
name of the rose, and begins
to confess to 'swallowing
a bomb'
inside *The Bahnhof Zoo*,
the yellow to orange submarine
in which Boswell mindfully lifts
out from the fog of some unspeakable
trance, at the bottom of the sea,
ribbiting like a bullfrog
next to Aleister Crowley, atop a blue whale's stiff corse. let's smile in being
i love you
https://www.bbc.co.uk/sounds/play/p070ldw7
BBC Radio 4 programme spends time with Polly Jean in her South London home/studio preparing the score for a new theatrical version of, "All About Eve".
check it out --->
https://www.labeque.com/projects/1115/minimalist-dream-house
BANKSTERS
CLOAK OF THE NIGHT
DEEP DAYS
LONG TIME COMING
MASS
OLYMPIK
SAIL ON
SANTA TERESA
SHANGRI-LA
PERU & BRASIL
Reliable source: https://www.ascap.com/repertory#ace/writer/178208847/O%20BRIEN%20EDWARD%20JOHN
Information found here: https://www.reddit.com/r/radiohead/comments/ak56b8/ed_obrien_lp1_tracklist/
Sweetness in snow.
We danced the vast ballroom
until the whirl of the blizzard
of you carried us out -
past the glass doors, the shovel-scraped terrace,
up the white hillside, the snowstormed ridge,
panels of countryside fogged by flakes,
you in my arms, the smile, the mastery,
singing the storm of the world's ache.
BYRON
It seems their dream
is not all dream
but, too far off,
quite Satanic.
In a flat just east
of Williamsburg,
Southey wakes
two-hundred years
beyond his initial scheme
for rule by all,
pierced by the scream
of Coleridge’s carbon-
monoxide alarm
which they’ll take turns
socking with a hammer until, drained
of all battery, they’re both madder red.
TESLA
The beehive in which his peace
of mind hides
its bladeless turbine
as if not to be disturbed
by the world’s greater flux
hangs by a swollen branch
which, from the inside,
has already soured,
so that what’s most likely to set off
if not summon
Nikola’s last holy swarm of ideas
conjuring some ray of death
is not Edison’s sweet tooth or Marconi’s grubby paw,
but this squirrel’s sudden sway in its scrabble for nuts.
This afternoon starting 1pm UK time radio 6 music will be guesting Phil on Shaun Keaveny's programme... Don't know time slot yet.
PESSOA
Somewhere beyond collapse
the voices of triumph
and misery run hand
in hand, back and forth
while train smoke whistles
out from both ears.
He quietly coughs up a lung
followed by the wings
of a butterfly in his strain
to brush aside the cannonball
that keeps his chest removed.
If only to crawl another inch forward–
like Pheidippides stretching to rest
just beyond the useless pall of himself.
