Perfect Driving Music... on the Roadtrip to Insanity!

You may not know this about me, but I suffer a bit from stage fright. This extends to several media in my case, like for instance, writing. While I feel I am relatively good at writing, and while I often write “to” a (non-existent) audience, I don’

t often imagine anyone actually reading the useless things I have to say. Imagine the surprise, and even the hint of panic, I felt when I was informed that someone was indeed reading this very blog. I was comfortable with the metaphorical empty theatre, as it meant I basically had the whole stage to do whatever I wanted, say whatever I wanted, use whatever shift key symbols as rudimentary euphemisms I wanted. No one would object or disagree, because I was the only one reading this, and I always agree with what I have to say.

Now, finding out that I was not alone in this imaginary theatre was not by itself enough to drive me to madness, even considering I was halfway there already. No, the real problem began when, while in this emotionally vulnerable and mentally volatil

e state, I opted so soothe my fragile nerves with the calming sounds of Radiohead.

Big mistake.

Listen up people, if you ever feel like you might be coming down with a bad case of mental disorder, do not put on Radiohead. I don’t care how much the song “Kid A” sounds like an eclectic lullabye, do not play it, and do not listen to the lyrics. The lead singer himself claims he sang them through a voice changer because they were too horrific. Do you hear me? Thom Yorke, who wrote the song is terrified by his own lyrics!

And for goodness sake, do not watch the music videos! I saw the video for “There, There” while still but on the threshold of insanity. After it was over, I threw myself bodily over the precipice, and into the dank, dark abyss. Iagne the horrifying woods scene from Snow White, except instead of the fair princess you have the homely features of Thom Yorke, the kind hearted woodland animals are joining in on the attack, and instead of being saved by dwarves, he gets turned into one of the monstrous demon trees that attack weary travelers. Is it any wonder that my hazy recollection of all the time from the moment the

video ended to about two days ago mostly resembles the results of a drunken Salvadore Dali robbing a paint store. Upon recovering my wits, I promptly set to writing this post into my notebook, only to discover all the pages filled with grisly sketches of the Kid A Bear. When I close my eyes, I can still feel it watching me. Watching…