i had front row at a radiohead concert.
i’ve seen them before, i’ve had amazing experiences every time, but nothing like what happened the other night. i’ve never felt like that before.
this is still sinking in.
so i got front row at radiohead last night with jenyffer. we’ve never been that close before. @_@
cried my eyes out thru “pyramid song”. our other friend busted his forehead open during “there there”, couldn’t handle four drummers at once. some kid looked to be having a religious experience on the ground behind us, but he was just really fucked up. the new songs are so heavy and intense live, my chest was rattling. colin’s bass face on multiple screens, i get it now. and thom is like one of those world’s smallest wonders you pay 2 bucks to see behind a curtain at the fair.
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just, fuck.
i cannot fucking deal with this.
that Kanye West got not only more flack, but a worse reputation for grabbing a microphone out of Taylor Swift’s hands and making a rude comment than Chris Brown did for beating his girlfriend until her face was unrecognizable.
i’d like to see radiohead take the stage and play “pablo honey” start to finish and then peace.
not going to see “i am bruce lee” tonight? what are you doing with your life.
i’ve stumbled into a strange subculture of doc marten fan videos. it’s just people doing things in their boots. flexing them back and forth, walking thru muddy water, running over them with their car, soaking multiple pairs in the tub, stomping on metal cans.
ngl tho, it’s kind of satisfying to watch.
i know, snooki. i know.
