…because this morning after you played a “30 Days of Coldplay” promo, you went right into Radiohead’s “Exit Music (For a Film).”
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 it turns out it’s an idiot making these promos, please make that person quit.
But if you’re some kind of subversive mastermind, quietly telling the Radiohead fans out there, “I know, I know, it’s just not right, but I have no choice, so all I can do is play Radiohead for weeks without anyone noticing the difference because they are a Radiohead rip-off band,” then… well, I guess you win.
I’d like to think there’s a genius at work, but I fear it’s the idiot. So let me tell you before you start your next promo: Coldplay didn’t make “Pyramid Song,” either.
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 zone. (To be fair, I kept making her come up with more lyrics with me, while she marveled, “Wow, you’re really going with this thing, huh? Joke’s kinda…. okay!”)
If Thom Yorke walked our line, perhaps we’d get to hear: Continue reading
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.
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 your car. For the past six months, that thing has been a dick magnet. Continue reading
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 my iPod has a crush on The White Stripes. Continue reading
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 day the writing stopped at one (stee likes to keep things to a pretty tight schedule), and we sat for lunch with The Daily Show. Right now I have an episode on pause. I haven’t watched this show in what feels like months. The set is different. It’s different watching it late at night. I’m by myself. It’s just not the same. And for some reason, this pretty new redesign is much more intriguing than watching a week-old daily show episode with Joe Biden by myself on the couch. Continue reading
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. Continue reading