It has been a long time since I last went to see a Radiohead gig, and I arrived just in time to hear Creep. A very strange feeling crept over me. I could barely hear Thom's voice over the collective voice of the audience. My stomach turned over, butterflies started to flutter in there, and I remembered exactly why I used to skip so many classes at University — Radiohead live!
I wandered through the crowd and stopped in the first bit of space I could find. Standing on my tiptoes I saw the outline of Thom, a shadow of Jonny and a bit of Ed, between me and them was the huge throng shaking, jumping, singing and screaming, with all eyes fixed on the five blokes on the stage.
I had a little groove in my little space. Anyone Can Play Guitar just made me squeal, it has sounded totally different every time I have heard it played, and it was so good to hear it again. Lucky made me shiver. It was during Nice Dream that I really noticed the amazing light thing that had been going on all night. I love lights. When you're a short-arse it is the lights you follow because you can't see the band. I could say, at the risk of sounding like an amateur theatre critic with my head at halfway up my own arse, that I love lights — good lights — because they mirror the energy, the mood and the meaning of what is going on in the reality on the stage. There. I said it. Sorry.  The gaggle next to me had invented a whole new set of lyrics for Fake Plastic Trees, but I noticed a few puzzled faces around during Banana Co. I can't even remember what the last few songs were, but I could feel the muscles in my face beginning to ache because I was smiling so much, even when a bloke twice my size stood on my foot I just grinned — and it's been a long time since I've done that at a gig.