RADIOHEAD - PABLO HONEY
Yes! I WAS one of those people that were into Radiohead before Creep got big. Yes, it’s obnoxious to say that. I’m ok with it, I was there first. Being first, ahead of the game, on the crest of the wave or the sheep herder rather than the flock of sheep was very satisfying for the chubby outcast at school.
Even more satisfying was playing God with my collection of coveted angst ridden albums. Who can I say no to this week? Or, even better, who can I feel superior to by saying yes? I hate lending things to people. I’m protective of my possessions, it stems from having a younger brother who stole everything from me growing up. I once cried for 3 hours over my missing Jeff Buckley CD. I believe I almost strangled him. Lending your prized possessions to people is fraught with stress and danger for someone like me. In Grade One as a 6 yo I lent a My Little Pony to my ‘friend’ Natalie I think her name was. I stopped knowing her real name when she became my arch enemy.
That bitch borrowed the Pony and kept it for weeks, when I finally got it back after upscaling my requests to direct threats against her safety, My Little Pony was not the same. Her hair, once glossy and all the same length, was now ratty with chunks missing, like she had severe split ends. Where her cute little bubblegum scented bum had perfectly printed purple and pink hued stars - there were scribbles with texta...that hideous army green texta that no normal kid ever uses when they’re colouring. I was so incensed I iced that little turd out immediately and even a year later I can recall snickering at her in show and tell when she tried to say that Princess Leia was her favourite Star Wars character because she was a ‘princess’. How lame.
Was this post supposed to be about Radiohead? Pablo Honey is a great album, I enjoyed it even more when I lent it out once and stressed about getting it back a week late. Some things never change.
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