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.)