#...holy shit...

My dash did a thing....

I first listened to Radiohead the summer I was 15 years old. My cousin Tommy and I were living in a cabin in north Ontario. One evening before bed, bleeding through the cracks of the pine walls, I felt the vibrations of a voice that was unlike anything I had ever heard before. I remember tracing Thom Yorke’s wounded vocals throughout the cabin until I arrived at my cousin’s door. As I knocked and peered through “Exit Music (For A Film)” had completely inhabited his room with a wash of fiery red and orange. I remember the walls melting and the ceiling exploding.