I SAW GOD AND HIS NAME IS THOM YORKE (AND JONNY AND PHIL AND ED AND COLIN).

I can't even describe how amazing that was. Orgasmic. Spiritual. Nirvana-tastic. Radiohead was amazing. The crowd was amazing. My seat was amazing. I am so, sosososo grateful that I had a chance to see them.

Nothing can compare with the feeling of dancing and singing in a crowd of 1001 people to my favourite band in the world who play better than any living people should be able to play instruments.

Pictures and full run-down of the trip to come. Now I am going to continue to stare fuzzily into space and repeat, "Ohhh god... god... god... "

I AM SEEING RADIOHEAD IN TEN MINUTES.

This is going to be amazing.

My trip to see Radiohead is officially booked. Bus tickets, hotel reservations, extra Radiohead paraphernalia -- all bought and settled.

I'm really going. It's really going to happen. ONE LIFE DREAM to check off the list. Who knew it would be this stressful to plan?

AUGUST 3RD, BABY.

After days (really a few weeks, if I'm honest) of stressful deliberation, I decided to sell my tickets to the second Radiohead concert at face value. I still feel outrageously torn about this decision and no little disappointed about missing out on this chance, but the stress and money involved in the extra travel seems like it outweighs of the benefits of seeing a concert twice.

I will offer them here too, if anyone will be in the Cleveland area in the beginning of August. I have two tickets, in very good seats, selling for $134. The concert is August 4th. Anyone interested?

That was a painful 45 minutes. Everyone make it through?

Look what came in the post today! I received an email notif that they were being mailed but I didn't think they'd get here so quickly. This makes it all feel so real. I suppose I should try to book travelled arrangements now.



Those are the tickets for the Indianapolis concert. I also received the Cleveland tickets as well later in the afternoon. Aren't they shiny?

But in a way, they also depress me, because I've thought about this for months now but I haven't made any permenant arragements. The concert dates are the 3rd and 4th of August. It's coming up soon and I haven't much time left to twiddle my thumbs like I've been doing. THIS IS SO STRESSFUL.

I also need to consider the money issue if I plan to fly to London in six months to see Hamlet. Two Radiohead concerts might be asking too much from my (quickly dwindling) bank account. Technically, I can afford it, and my mum is willing to pony up any overhead costs I might not be able to fund myself. But it will be stretch and perhaps being pragmatic is the right road to take for once.

So, wise and dear f'list, like all my difficult life decisions, I leave it up to you.

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For the past two months I have been waiting on tenderhooks (and pins and needles and lying on a bed of nails while simultaneously walking over hot coals) for my Radiohead concert seat assignments to be emailed. I knew W.A.S.T.E. would be slow about it but I had fears of large cement columns blocking my view and Thom Yorke looking like an ant through my high-powered binoculars. Then my night of panic and sleep-deprivation to buy presale tickets would have been worth naught.

But luckily I have good seats. Close enough that Thom will not resemble bug life and far enough away that I will not give into the urge to molest him. Or more likely, given the type of Radiohead fanatic I am, vomit at his feet.

So this is good. Now all I need to concern myself about for the Great Radiohead Escapade of Summer 2008 (I'm trying out that as its official name; can you think of anything better?) is how to get to the concerts.

Flying looks the easiest route. I'm trying to find tickets from one of the numerous cheap ticket sites that exist. Any recommendations or personal horror stories that I should heed?

I've been burned a few times, where the "deals" have me at the airport at four in the morning, waitings hours and weeks between flights, and paying almost the exact same if I had bought tickets directly from the airline. Not on, says I. I'd liked to make this multi-city trip as painless and free of stress as possible since I know I'll be wrecked by nerves and excitement anyway.

Have you ever used sites like Cheap Tickets or Expedia? Do you prefer one above the rest? Are the deals they offer actually deals or should I try to bank on my frequent flier miles for cheap airfare?

TIME has voting for its 2008 list of the Most Influential People in the World.

There is something very wrong with the ordering of this list. The High School Musical Cast ranks higher than Bobby Kennedy. The Dalai Lama stands in last place, at #207. If this truly reflects how people view current society, I think I might need to become a hermit.

I get that people think Michael Cera is a cutie-pie, but honestly, how has he influenced anything apart from bringing adorable awkwardness into the hearts and minds of fangirls?

Please help fix this. :/

(Radiohead is also on the list, currently ranked at #45. Make me happy and vote for them.)

Because I uploaded this for cenori, then thought I should share with the rest of the class. So to speak.


In Rainbows CD 2 | RAR file | 45.1 MB

Tracks included:
1. MK1
2. Down Is the New Up
3. Go Slowly
4. MK2
5. Last Flowers
6. Up on the Ladder
7. Bangers and Mash
8. 4 Minute Warning

Enjoy! If anyone wants other Radiohead songs, I have almost everything, released or unreleased.

I sat up all night waiting for Radiohead pre-sale tickets, which of course didn't go up until 8am -- a time I would have been awake anyway.

In the intermin between the fifteen hourly vigils over at W.A.S.T.E., I watched every episode of Life on Mars apart from the finale and attempted to write a reaction post to Ashes to Ashes, which I caught up on this weekend. The reaction post turned into something of an essay, which terrified me and made me wonder if I should construct a thesis statement, which terrifed me even more. (Everyone knows thesis statements don't belong in fandom.) So I gave up on that to watch more Life on Mars and cry for a moment over a picture of Thom Yorke (it was this one if you're curious) and research punctuation on Wikipedia. (Did you know curly brackets are called flower brackets in India?)

There almost doesn't seem to be a point to watching the episodes anymore. I've seen them so many times I can't even think up a way to describe what it feels like to watch them now. It's like breathing, except perhaps underwater, where the bubbles still catch my attention but I forget now that I'm breathing oxygen. Or something.

The finale would solve this dilema, as it would make me go back to watch everything again searching for little clues of foreshowing, but my mind seems to have formed a Second Coming complex about it: I think I will watch it in the near future but in reality, it could be 2000 years from now that I actually see it, give or take a few decades.

It makes me miss Ashes to Ashes, which made a good substitute for Life on Mars cravings. Ashes to Ashes is the methadone to Life on Mars' heroin-like addictive properties. And yes, I did just compare a television programme to both Jesus and a highly illegal drug.

The state of this entry reflects well what Radiohead does to my brain.

I GOT FOUR MOTHERFUCKING RADIOHEAD TICKETS. RESERVED SEATS. 

I AM GOING TO SEE RADIOHEAD. FINALLY. IN CONCERT. AFTER FOUR YEARS OF WAITING.  

TWO NIGHTS IN A ROW. IN TWO DIFFERENT CITIES. 

I feel like I am going to vomit.