Side effects may include...
No one warned me that trying to write YA would make me regress to my own teenage behaviors. The big one: I have developed an unholy obsession with Radiohead. I've always liked them, but all of the sudden it is a 24/7 need. I haven't been this consumed by a band since I discovered Tori Amos when I was fourteen. (My obsession with The Black Crowes doesn't count because it has been an ongoing chronic condition since I was old enough to have a preference.)
Anyway, my husband downloaded Thom Yorke's solo album The Eraser (also known as Kid B, as it was recorded around the same time as Radiohead's Kid A). A small consolation is that we have both been consumed with this song ever since-- and as if the song isn't cool enough, the video is also the shit.
(Please be warned: A solid half of this song is profanity. Sensitive ears should avert themselves at once.)
Anyway, my husband downloaded Thom Yorke's solo album The Eraser (also known as Kid B, as it was recorded around the same time as Radiohead's Kid A). A small consolation is that we have both been consumed with this song ever since-- and as if the song isn't cool enough, the video is also the shit.
(Please be warned: A solid half of this song is profanity. Sensitive ears should avert themselves at once.)