checking in from Bawwwston. radiohead was sublime, if still surreal that they're actually real people?? would have liked to been closer but eh whatcha gonna do. thom yorke effectively produced a pervading feeling of happy-good-peaceful in the air, with his beautiful performance and spirited spazzing. (the potheads to our right may have inadvertently helped too in that regard) and the guitarists are even more incredibly amazing in person, kicking out wonderiffic passages seemingly effortlessly. alll good. highly recommended. just try to avoid the screaming groupie-type chicks.. oh! and after while waiting to get on the train home.. we saw Hooooooody! yes, THE Hoody, SarojT's hooooody. so now it's even more perfect, he likes radiohead which surely means he'll soon change his name to Luke (obviously) and before you know it *plop plop plop* the sound of ten thousand babies. indubitably! what WAS he doing all the way up here, silly Conneticut boy? here's hoping we'll "accidentally" run "into" him sometime this week around "town"..
if youre ever in the area, make sure to find a Newbury Comics, a kickass record store, where i had the pleasure of purchasing Fountains of Wayne's s/t and Jupiter by Cave-In for a grand total of $17.98. SarojT bought Stankonia so i just heard "Mrs.Jackson" about 3 or 4 times in succession. ooh and now "November Rain", which i so luckily found buried under her bed last night, along with En Vogue. funky divas!! update: which she IS playing *right now* "never gonna get it never gonna get it" she says..
last thing i'll mention: something about sleeping on SarojT's floor that's making me having a buttload of really crazy dreams. let's just say one of them involved Sam and Lacey Neagle (?) trying to convince me to have a foursome with them and some other (tall and dark) stranger guy i didnt know. weirdness.