for now mine are...
1. airbag
2. just
3. everything in its right place
4. paranoid android
5. let down
6. no surprises
7. knives out
8. lucky (esp. the chorus)
Lee, did we destroy our awesome Radiohead poster (that was in the middle room at the apartment) when we moved? I ask because I haven't seen it nor the great Smiths poster over our bed? What happened to thos? I know we fucked up the walls when we moved (and still didn't get amerced!) but where are they? In the basement? I miss them...when you read this let me know...if they are destroyed don't say anything cuz i'll be sad...but if you know how to recover them, please let's do...
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I can only tell you my favorites from the first three albums, because I stopped listening so obsessively after OK Computer.
PH:
Stop Whispering
Thinking About You
Anyone Can Play Guitar
TB (my personal favorite)
Ugh. Probably all of them, except Black Star. But my ABSOLUTE favorites are
High and Dry
(Nice Dream)
Just
Sulk
OKC
Airbag
Exit Music (For a Film)
Let Down
No Surprises
Let Down and No Surprises have probably been played more than any two songs on my old stereo, here.
I have all the EPs and Singles from those years, too, along with a compilation of Bootlegs that an ex burned to CD for me. Of those, my favorites:
Lewis (Mistreated)
Punchdrunk Lovesick Singalong
You Never Wash Up After Yourself
A Reminder
Polyethylene (1 & 2)
Palo Alto
Banana Co.
Maquiladora
How Can You Be Sure?
Molasses
I do have Kid A, Amnesiac and the collection of live recordings, which I liked better than KA or A. I couldn’t really get into them, though.
There’s another song- “Follow Me Around” that appeared in the MPIE documentary. I LOVE that song, and haven’t been able to find it recorded anywhere. I stopped looking 6 years ago, though…
Thanks for the trip down memory lane, Kex! xx
High and dry has a nice vulnerable falsetto.
I loved those two songs best two "No Surprises" and "Let Down."
I think this means we shared a Danish in previous lives. Probably in like Denmark.
But I couldn't listen to those songs again for like ten years because of bad associations.
Now I can!
Yay.
I liked the specificity of your answers.
It shows a critical acumen.
Poets with critical acumen are good.
The other kind are good too, but don't ask them to babysit.
Ha! I wish I'd had a babysitter like YOU when I was younger. My babysitters were called Misty and Dusty, and they were junior high school-aged sisters, and they locked me out of my own house so they could make phone calls to their "boyfriends."
Sigh. I just now remembered all that. Hmmm. I wonder if they're on Facebook.
Go get 'em Brooklyn!
My favorite type of babysitting is where the kids come over and go to sleep, which is mostly all i do.
Then I can drink.
If a fire starts, I'll put it out.
If a madman breaks into the house I'll kill him and drag him onto the porch.
Voila babysitting.
I'm good at that kind of babysitting.
Although with the mood I'm in tonight, I'm sort of hoping for the madman.
I've got my Bruce Willis knickers on.
And that glint in my eye that says, "The newspapers will say tomorrow american poetry did this to you."
Creep is probably still my favorite. It was the first Radiohead song I ever knew about. It almost belongs to a different generation by now—people who were fetuses when that song came out are now driving cars. The short-lived band I played rhythm guitar for in high school learned it almost successfully.
Kid A was one of my first ever college-town-record-store purchases. That and Amnesiac were my favorites, then I got bored with them. (I always tried to listen to those from beginning to end, since most of the tracks flowed together, so that's why I tend to think of Radiohead in terms of albums rather than songs.) These days I hardly listen to any kind of downbeat rock music. I'm into fast loud and catchy. I don't know why. Shortened attention span due to iPods probably. I can't remember the last time I listened to any album from beginning to end AND done so while not engaged in another activity like writing or mucking around on the internet or walking around. I love the iPod but I think it's killing the album. Maybe not in terms of what gets made, but how people listen. The album doesn't really exist unless you listen to it as such.
Also, I keep getting tired of all the new indie rock. (I believe that's short for "independent rock and roll", if I'm not mistaken.) Some bands are good, a rare few are even great, but the best band of the past 20 years is still the Pixies. I mean good god, doesn't anyone know how to ROCK anymore?
Do mosh pits even exist now??
Thus ends the latest episode of my occasional ill-considered foray into rock journalism hyperbole. I actually was a rock journalist of sorts on my high school paper. That's where I honed my craft. I also made the crossword puzzle.
I like the way Matt's mind works.
He gives me hope for New Yorkers.
If they had the "Matt mind" New York would be safe for three millenia, at least.
Okay, 2.5 millenia.
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