Tag: Radiohead

  • okay, XM, I’m guessing it’s on purpose…

    …because this morning after you played a “30 Days of Coldplay” promo, you went right into Radiohead’s “Exit Music (For a Film).”

  • Dear XM radio:

    I can’t tell if someone working there is an idiot, or a complete genius. Do you know that you’re starting your “30 Days of Coldplay” promo with six seconds of Radiohead? Because you are. It’s a shiv to the tummies of Radiohead fans. You’re playing “Paranoid Android,” and then moving into “Viva la Vida.” If […]

  • Picket Lung

    I know it’s important during week four to keep up the fight, the resolve, the rah-rah-rah, but here on week four, day four, I have woken up with a serious case of Picket Lung. That’s the Radiohead song Laura House and I wrote yesterday while we walked, because we picket in a very active construction […]

  • I’m Not So Smart Sometimes.

    The hazards of listening to a Radiohead bootleg while walking for coffee: I kept moving over to get out of the way of the woman I thought was just behind me, talking.

  • the bevolution has arrived.

    When men want attention from women who are complete strangers, they get a dog to walk, or borrow a baby to carry. If you’re a woman who would like to have random conversations with men you’ve never met before and will never see again, you might want to put some kind of Longhorn sticker on […]

  • The White Stripes: Elephant

    Song: “I Just Don’t Know What To Do With Myself” My iPod loves playing The White Stripes. No matter how random the shuffle, there will be a White Stripes song in there, so I’m glad I like all of their songs. I have ten Beatles albums, six or so Radiohead albums, all the Weezer, but […]

  • Apoplex, Please!

    Hey, here’s a bad idea: watching this week’s episode of Six Feet Underif you’ve ever had anyone in your life die. Jesus Christ, that was painful. Work went late tonight. Had to cancel dinner plans. We’re officially in production now. One of the things I do miss about my pre-television life is my lunch schedule. Every […]

  • “and some days they last longer than others.”

    Friday morning. No sleep. Have to get to the airport. My bones ache and I’m sure I haven’t packed everything I need. I don’t have the strength to think. I make it to the shuttle. I turn on the iPod, loud. Shuffle plays cruel tricks.