Anodyne
Tuesday, March 30, 2004
 
Dark out, the smell of the second floor telemarketers' doobage mixing now with the scent of cherryblossoms on the trees outside. Steely clouds, black-blue, over the Lions and Capilano Lake, a straight shot down Main Street and over the lights of downtown. Radiohead's There There on John's battered ghettoblaster, deep reverb of the drums, sneaky guitar and bass lines snaking up out of the mix, Thom's voice coasting effortlessly over top. No clue what he's singing about. Not that it really matters.
- posted by cjb @ 8:28 PM


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