“In this fall, this is very tough, in this fall I’m going to take my talents to South Beach and join the Miami Heat.”
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.