"I don't really like Radiohead."

Its strange how these five words, uttered in a Wendy's, can bring all conversation to a screeching halt.  Maybe it was my comfort level with the people I was with or the complete lack of understanding that I was seated with a group of fanatics, but for whatever reason I admitted it.  That's right, while on my way to the most hyped tour of the year, I had the audacity to say that I don't really like them.  After a gruff moment of silence punctuated by horrified stares, one of the people at the table admitted to a certain amount of respect for my being able to say it.  I'm guessing the respect was because I had paid 50 bucks to see Radiohead but it might've been more along the lines of my not fearing for my life.

This was my most memorable moment of the Radiohead concert last night in
Tampa.  True, the band was good (even though I don't understand the fascination with their music ... kind of boring in my opinion) and the lights were amazing, but nothing really stood out about the performance.  It was a very bland show and if it hadn't been for a cute, angry girl who kinda digs me I wouldn't have been there.

I'm not taking this approach because of some elitist motivation to always be against whatever is mainstream and popular at the moment.  For Christ's sake I still love rock radio (although it is an ironic love, built by years of listening to Journey and nu Metal).  For whatever reason, I just don't get it.  I don't get the hype, I don't get the music and I certainly don't get Radiohead albums until someone forces me to take a burned CD.

So the long and the short of what I thought about the Radiohead show is this: It was pretty boring but I'm glad I made it, it was definitely better than being lynched and stuffed into a Wendy's dumpster.