Stop repeating old patterns.
I almost had a fucking heart attack two days ago. Noah was running around the study while I was messing about on the computer, and he started to crawl on top of this other chair, this wooden thing that's got wheels on it. And just as I was calling out to him to get down, the bloody thing tipped over and landed right on him. I just about pissed myself; I got up and ran over to him, howling for Rachel to call an ambulance. Noah didn't even cry out, just got up and looked at the chair with this look like, "What the fuck was that shite?" I'm not kidding, I thought he was going to take a bite out of the thing. Rachel kept saying, he's all right, Thom, he just got the wind knocked out of him, but all I could think of were things like smashed ribs and concussions and internal bleeding. She finally talked me into letting a doctor friend of ours come over by convincing me that the press would go mad if Thom Yorke from Radiohead's son showed up in the ER. Of course Noah was fine.
My bandmates are all very nice blokes. They just had the misfortune of joining up in a band with one of the most miserable cunts you could ever imagine meeting. Honestly, I was an utter bastard for the first four, five years of the band's existence. You can tell the money was good because they never would have put up with me otherwise. The truth of the matter was that if I wasn't in a good mood, I couldn't stand to see anyone else who was. If I was going to be miserable, everyone else bloody well was too. I'd see to it. Nothing was ever good enough: there was something wrong with every take, every performance, every appearance. Every decision was life or death, every tiny little misstep or tongueslip might lead to our immediate ruin.
That's why I don't think Kid A came as such a great shock to anyone who knew me. I've never been very good at living up to other people's expectations. My tendency is to want to stick it in people's faces. Other than my family, Radiohead has been the only thing I've cared enough about to repress that for any great length of time. And at least I can always go shag Jonny when I need an outlet in my personal life. But you can see just by watching Grant's movie how badly we all needed things to change.
Overall, it's worked out. I still panic just about once a week; if I didn't, I think I'd check myself for a pulse. But, although I don't think I'll ever be completely happy with being the bloke on TV, at least I can use it for something that matters a hell of a lot more than I ever will. It pays to get wrapped up in something other than yourself. When you've shaken hands with African refugees, you feel a little bit like a git for whining about another press junket. Even though we still don't do them anyway.
So now we're off EMI. Everyone's asking me what I'm going to do next. I'll let you in on the answer right here: I haven't a bloody clue. And I'm rather ecstatic about it. For once in my life, I'm not terrified of whatever the next thing might be. I'm content to let it come when it will. It's a novel feeling, and a rather welcome one. Can you blame me for wanting to stretch it out a bit?
[Ok, look. I know, clones aren't cool, but this is ridiculous. thomyorke has only made three posts in the past three months, and hasn't made a post that wasn't private or filtered since April. Plus, as far as I know, his presence in comments or AIM has been virtually nil.
So here's the deal. I'm not trying to claim that I'm the rightful Thom; I'm not trying to get into mbp or welcome_wagon. And if the official Thom becomes active to a reasonable degree, I'll be happy to go away. Either way, in the meantime, anyone who wants an active Thom to rp with will have one. It may not be strictly by the rules, but I think it's more than fair. Hopefully, you'll agree. If not, feel free to let me know and I'll take you off.]
My bandmates are all very nice blokes. They just had the misfortune of joining up in a band with one of the most miserable cunts you could ever imagine meeting. Honestly, I was an utter bastard for the first four, five years of the band's existence. You can tell the money was good because they never would have put up with me otherwise. The truth of the matter was that if I wasn't in a good mood, I couldn't stand to see anyone else who was. If I was going to be miserable, everyone else bloody well was too. I'd see to it. Nothing was ever good enough: there was something wrong with every take, every performance, every appearance. Every decision was life or death, every tiny little misstep or tongueslip might lead to our immediate ruin.
That's why I don't think Kid A came as such a great shock to anyone who knew me. I've never been very good at living up to other people's expectations. My tendency is to want to stick it in people's faces. Other than my family, Radiohead has been the only thing I've cared enough about to repress that for any great length of time. And at least I can always go shag Jonny when I need an outlet in my personal life. But you can see just by watching Grant's movie how badly we all needed things to change.
Overall, it's worked out. I still panic just about once a week; if I didn't, I think I'd check myself for a pulse. But, although I don't think I'll ever be completely happy with being the bloke on TV, at least I can use it for something that matters a hell of a lot more than I ever will. It pays to get wrapped up in something other than yourself. When you've shaken hands with African refugees, you feel a little bit like a git for whining about another press junket. Even though we still don't do them anyway.
So now we're off EMI. Everyone's asking me what I'm going to do next. I'll let you in on the answer right here: I haven't a bloody clue. And I'm rather ecstatic about it. For once in my life, I'm not terrified of whatever the next thing might be. I'm content to let it come when it will. It's a novel feeling, and a rather welcome one. Can you blame me for wanting to stretch it out a bit?
[Ok, look. I know, clones aren't cool, but this is ridiculous. thomyorke has only made three posts in the past three months, and hasn't made a post that wasn't private or filtered since April. Plus, as far as I know, his presence in comments or AIM has been virtually nil.
So here's the deal. I'm not trying to claim that I'm the rightful Thom; I'm not trying to get into mbp or welcome_wagon. And if the official Thom becomes active to a reasonable degree, I'll be happy to go away. Either way, in the meantime, anyone who wants an active Thom to rp with will have one. It may not be strictly by the rules, but I think it's more than fair. Hopefully, you'll agree. If not, feel free to let me know and I'll take you off.]