In this world, there are thousands of bands and artists, some of them are young and beautiful, others are getting old and aren’t the cutest, some are famous, others not. I was really young when I started to listen to Radiohead, maybe eleven, or twelve. Too young to fully understand English, too young to understand the meaning of Yorke’s lyrics. I wasn’t attracted by their looks, they were too old for me, and not “cute” for a girl my age. But there was something, invisible and powerful, that made me want to listen to Radiohead’s music more and more. Their songs were (and are) like the answers to my questions. With them, with their music, with Thom, I wasn’t alone anymore. Now I’m nineteen and my English isn’t perfect and I’m not as mature as Thom so I’m not going to pretend that I “understand” everything, but something has changed. Depression is a hard thing to deal with, because your family and friends can’t understand even if they want, even if they try. That’s why I’m happy to listen to Radiohead, I’m not saying that their music is depressive, because it’s not (and Thom wouldn’t appreciate that), but it feels like I’m being understood. When I’m in a bad mood, when I’m drunk, or even when I’m super happy, I like to listen to Radiohead, I like to read/to watch Thom’s interviews, just to remember myself that there’s someone in the world that understands me. I love the Thom that makes me cry just like the one that makes me smile. Thank you Thomas, and happy birthday.
Trying graffiti for the first time. Me and Georgina. 21.09.2014
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