Just another messy rock show

Alex Ross posted a story he wrote for the New Yorker about Radiohead, the last few paragraphs of which recount the Oxford show I attended in 2001:

Radiohead came onto the South Park stage at eight-thirty. It was not the most flawless show of the past few weeks, but it may have been the most intense. Yorke’s voice glowed with emotion. If Terence Gilmore-James had been there, he would have been happy; you could hear how Radiohead’s storm of sound was centered on a singing line. During “How to Disappear Completely,” a drenching rain began to fall. The crowd, religiously attentive, stayed in place. Yorke appeared alone for the last number, and hit a few plangent chords. His instrument went dead. “Es ist kaputt, ja?” he said. “I have another idea.” The others came back onstage, and together they launched into the familiar strains of “Creep,” which had gone unplayed since 1998. G major wheeled majestically into B. Jonny made his Beavis-and-Butt-head noise. Yorke sang, “What the hell am I doing here?”

Afterward, in the dressing room, Yorke looked happy. “Don’t know if you could tell,” he said to Colin’s wife, Molly, “but I was in tears for the last part of it.” Then the perfectionist in him reawakened. “Horrible diesel smell coming from somewhere,” he said.

Good times.