Way back in the late 90s, when hipsters were called emo kids, you had a boyfriend with an artsy tattoo (his own art) seemingly painted on his arm. The artsy love interest played in a band that surprised the crowd with a cover of Radiohead’s “Karma Police”. It was then that the look from behind his Rivers Cuomo-esque plasti-framed glasses established the power of Thom Yorke’s lyrics: “For a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself.”
Truly only for a minute or so as you realize that the intensity in which you look into his eyes is diverted back to his, and into a microKORG. You try to ignore his obsession for creating the perfect electronic squiggly noises, and when he begins experimenting with a Gameboy, you realize you can no longer keep up the facade. It’s a hard truth, but you’ll always have shared a love for Radiohead’s music.