Radiohead
“Follow Me Around” (2003-11-27: Live in Earl’s Court)

This song is also known (I don’t know specifically. I’m not a Radiohead head, if you know what I mean… Have you noticed something with me? I’m something of an autodidact when it comes to music. If you wanted to know about German idealist philosophy or James Joyce, I have a decent idea of what ‘the group’ thinks an acceptable narrative definition of a concept or meaning’s contingent-historical or teleological development is. But when it comes to music for instance, I have no idea. I just have listened to the things—not really talked with people about them. Which is fine with me I guess. For some reason I have a slight slight slight not fear even but an anticipation of being called out. As if I had missed the committee members’s meeting circa ‘07 that had decided that such and such a song was now known to be about or dealing with the topics listed below. Which again is not something, now that I consider it, something I even give half a fuck about. But since a lot of times I choose a rhetorical gambit that hinges on speaking from a point of authority (an overblown point of authority, even, since talking with authority about music is kind of stupid, if you’re going to do it it’s got to be from a self-aware position—“Yeah, I know that the final word on this song is an always-receding image, like an oasis. And in this situation, the oasis just is a position of rock-solid, Earth’s axis-level authority from which to judge this song, and I the one foolish enough to venture to write about music am the desert wanderer who, since I heard one time that one leg is shorter, is doomed to wander in circles, creating a trail of footprints that the wind will unmark as soon as I’ve made my no-progress, heading toward a place that of course does not exist”—), and I just hate to see something I write go to waste, which is why it’s important to me at least to continuously indicate that while I’m writing from a place of authority, it’s not an authentic place of authority, but rather a sort of rhetorical one. And therefore, if say, a mere factual matter creates a situation counterfactual to the one I’ve word-painted, as it were, then that very petit disruption to my pellucid prose style should not assert through peremptoriness its claim as larger to the truth or at least aesthetic goals I’d wanted to accomplish, so, please continue.) “The Song Thom Yorke Plays During The Radiohead Documentary.”

I was at this concert, and I thought it was cool he played the song I liked from the Radiohead movie I watched a bunch. I was going to make a longer PSA-type message about followers (hence the song), but after the warm-up writing exercise above I realized I don’t really care who follows me or not.

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