Cor - what larks. Currently on a rail-rattler on the way to the Greenwich SpaceWok to see Oxford's finest with Mr Mitchell, who casually announced he had a spare with my name on it after we met him and Shaun for drinks the other night.
Not the ideal way to preface what's sure to be a loooong day at work in Leatherhead tomorrow, but hey - gotta take these chances when they come up. Feel a bit pone about leaving T with the post-holiday shambles that is our house too, but as I say, gotta do it.
Haven't seen Radiohead since the epochal Reading show in 2009, an the promise of new material is too good to miss, really. They're just so damned good at doing... whatever it is they do. It's kind of an honour to see them to be honest.
I have always subscribed to the view that they are as significant musically as Pink Floyd. Might sound overblown, but what a big gap in modern music they would leave if they were all of a sudden popped out of existence. You don't get Paranoid Android, or anything like it, from anyone else. The National et al have their moments, but there is only one Jonny Greenwood. Amen.
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