May 09, 2008 00:37
tonight i went to see radiohead for the fifth time. i don't really think going into what songs they played (highlights being just & talk show host - they played barely anything from the bends or ok computer) is that big of a deal. things i did enjoy were the huge group of people from nashville who kept doing english soccer chants, the constant tossing of glow sticks into the air, and the kid who was in line in front of us with his dad before the show.
i was offhandedly commenting how weird the 311/snoop dogg show is, and this boy who had to have been around 14 or 15 turned around and was like "yeah, it is. people at my school (!!!!) keep talking about it." after awhile his dad, my mom, he and i were all talking about racist-named sports teams and this boy asked me what songs i wanted to hear radiohead play (videotape, there there, just - i heard them all) and he said he really wanted to hear street spirit. i asked if it was the first time he was ever seeing them and he said yes. i got really excited, saying that they would totally play street spirit, and that he would love the show. his reply was "yeah, i tried to go see them like 6 years ago but i had school." (!!!!!!! he had to have been like 9 or 10 the last time they toured. it was so adorable. it was like he told me to seem 'cool' and i totally loved it. it was the greatest 'almost famous' moment ever where i got to be kate hudson.)
when i looked at him it reminded me of me when i was 13 and 14, the first times i saw them. and now here i am more than ten years later seeing them with my mom, the fourth time together (she is still ticked she didn't see them the first time i did.) it was like looking in a time/gender warp mirror.
they didn't play street spirit. i felt like a total liar to that boy ! i don't think there has been a single time i've seen them that they didn't play it. but now you can watch performances of it on youtube - things are so different. i hope that boy had an amazing time anyway.
music,
total excitement,
shows,
awesome,
nostalgia