the show just played Creep by Radiohead. and not the radio edit version. i sat here waiting for it to be interrupted, turned off but no, it was played in full. i expected a flustered apology. but what we got was so much better...
after the final chord, ray d'arcy said with the calmest kind of conviction,
"Apologies if that caused any offence. But it shouldn't.
If Seamus Heaney used the F-word in one of his poems for effect people would think it was acceptable. I think Thom Yorke's art should be understood in the same light."
and then it was on to the next item...
Sitting on my desktop, waiting to be blogged, was this article from the irish times on the value of culture... which is worth reading if only for the beautiful turn of phrase, imaginative footprint.
i want you to notice when i'm not around
you're so fucking special
i wish i was special
but i'm a creep
i'm a weirdo
what the hell am i doing here
i don't belong here