Billy sat there with a serious expression, listening to Radiohead. He already khat the small tour was just a teaser for their new album, with much more to e, sted for release year. For now, it was all about publicity. The band's political, lyrical, and social fame far surpassed Billy's, with their indie rock fanbase boasting a solid terack record. They could be sidered experts in the field.
-Hey or, what have you been up to? We've been a bit apart, - Billy said, beside him. or only nodded. His interruption was followed by Spencer, now somewhat like his legal guardian. or lived with Spencer's grandmother, in a household of three. The grandmother adored or; seeing the nervous boy who was always silent, she made him jam tarts, apple pies, and carrot cakes and gave him moo go to the movies.
-He lives with us, with me and my grandma. We took him in; his father didn't e to pick him up, and he wandered around Arizona. He called Jerry, and I picked him up. Now I'm with him, and well, he's part of the household. He's enrolled he school, - Spencer replied.
-I'm happy for you guys. I moved to New York. The first rule of the Big Apple: wear a coat. It's cold even indoors, - Billy replied sarcastically.
-Well, son, bundle up. No, causing trouble oreets, it's not something you should be doing so frequently, - Spencer replied.
-Why does everyohink I'm a bad influence? - Billy asked.
-Because you are, my little one. You're always doing things your mother wouldn't approve of, - Agustina said with a smile.
-Mother, let's head to the back. I want to see Radiohead perform. They say they're the best indie rock band in the US. Well, I always feel there's some i struggle between who's better or lesser, but I'd like you to hear them, - Billy said, getting up from his seat. The cert, the third part, was about to begin. From now on, a flood of songs and performances followed, which Billy hoped to leverage. Two simir things: a great parison he could make betweewo styles, and copying their teiques if he could perceive them. The system didn't joke when it mentioned he was one of the best musical artists if he had to work for it.
Agustina raised her chest. - I know them; in fact, I've been listening to them for a while. Let me teach you about music whe home. You 't just be oblivious to a band that has moved rock musi then until now, - Agustiioned as they walked to the back, almost diagonally, able to see the band pying, not less than teers away, while the elegant songs could be heard. It was simply a series of sounds, described by words: eclectinovative, and deeply emotional. The band had explored a wide range of styles. Their sounds were sad and deep; throughout the journey, what characterized the closeness with the boys were two things, how they made their musiot long ago, the band's unequivocal words were that their music was.
"Radiohead could be the most visible refereo catharsis in our time, at least within what is knoopur culture. They choose a cultural theme and evoke it like a tale, with narrative tricks. For example, if you go to a museum and see Radiohead's musi a mural, it would be a photograph of daily life. Then, from a photo, you get an explicit idea of what we want to know, because it's from the narrative that we find a kind of ordered and relevant siderations, things that give us the love we should receive when we see the world, even if it seems sad, it may not be true, it's just a sharp eai idea from the band. They describe the band as a group of knowledge.
The result is not a story with facts and ideas that shape it, but an inunicable sensation that loses its emotional charge whery t it closer to reason. The lyrics matter little, as they don't carry much musicality in their songs; what matters are all the emotions transmitted by the music, almost like a dance of life, as life and music are ected, very poetid aral."
That was an expnation of how the band saw musid now Billy, with his keen ear, could call himself a faithful fan of them, for everything they veyed.
-Mother mentiohat this album is the most difficult live; they want t a sense of the unreal. They're puters making art, and to py it would be humans pying art, - Billy said.
A bit weird, but they were the weird ones living on a cultural jourhat you couldn't uand without a book in hand.
-The song is 'Everything in its Right Pce,' - he said to his mother, listening to a robotic keyboard, almost like Abba, with not many lyrics; what mattered was the emotion and the record, quality music. -They want something like ambient 's everywhere, on buses, in bars, on rooftops; they want to py with the sounds that drive people crazy; it's for discos, for fairs, it's like a musical drink, - Billy said.
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The piano, a glorious sedative, ented like opera.
The lyrics weren't grandiose, but they came with such power that Billy could breathe amidst the ideas etched in his mind, remi of a very popur song that many listeo iimes, even very likely to take him to the Mediterranean with them. It wouldn't be bad to have a Carson in Italy, the boy thought as he watched the cert unfold. It was almost like a lecture in intriguing music that pyed with obvious philosophical ideas; everyone uood them. Different from unication, these guys even thought about the number of drum beats and simple lyrics with profound meanings.
They were a unique band and deserved everything they had. Their music was what all artists should strive for.
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