“Sometimes I imagine what my own funeral would be like. Then I stop listening to Radiohead and perk the fuck up.” – @torriezaccor
Yeah, I got a twitter. It was required for a class. Not like I wanted to. But I did. And now it’s kinda inspired me to write a post. That’s not a good sign, I’ve heard. But whatever, it’s happened. To be fair, I am re-tweeting one of my best friends (who has great taste in music b-t-dubs), Torrie. (If you have a twitter, FOLLOW HER. Follow me too. But mostly her.)
So, referencing Torrie’s tweet, I thought of a way that Radiohead could be perky.
Add a uke.
I love this arrangement; it’s full of cognitive dissonance. I love the original song, I love the lyricism. The dark beauty in sad, incorruptible loneliness. And when Ingrid Michaelson sings it, it reveals how dark we all are, even the happiest of us, a theme that recurs through her deceptively peppy songs. It’s beautiful, because it reveals just how flawed we all really are. Dark and twisty and scarred. And lonely.
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