That's right. I saw Thom Yorke. Words can't describe the brilliance of it.
I was in Santa Barbara for the weekend and saw Mister Yorke at the Santa Barbara Bowl. Have you ever seen Thom Yorke dance? Maybe on YouTube or something of that sort. Well anyway, it's not near as great until you see it live. That boy can jam.
The bass player for the night was Flea from Red Hot Chili Peppers. I'm not huge on the music of RHC, but damn, Flea, you rock.
The sound was wonderful, he played everything from his "Atoms For Peace" solo album, a few new songs, and *Drum Roll PLEASE!!!* Videotape and Everything in it's Right Place. His sound was better live than on recording, if you can even fathom that. On stage, you can really tell that he is a legacy for our generation.
Because I feel I am not able to express to you just how great it was through words, I'm going to give you a little sliver of advice:
Thom Yorke is the cat's meow, and if you haven't seen him already, put "Seeing Thom Yorke Live" on your bucket list. That's all.
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