The Stranger

I’m about to leave work early, so I don’t infect the whole office with whatever cold/flu/allergy/tumor I’ve come down with, but first I just wanted to say (since it is the big flu season and all) that Radiohead is the perfect music to listen to when you’re sick. Any of their records, really, but especially Amnesiac and OK Computer. (The Bends is great too, but induces less crazy-assed, medicated dreams.)

The music is spacey and ethereal, so you can allow your brain to just switch to auto-pilot and drift. It’s still really dynamic too, so if you do end up staring at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep, you at least have something interesting to concentrate on instead of the snot running out of your nose or the lump of nausea in your throat. The moods sway, but gently, Thom Yorke’s voice is eerily soothing, even when he’s pissed… it’s perfect.

So I’m going to go home. I’m going to listen to Radiohead, eat fake chicken noodle soup (Amy’s, of course), and fall asleep to Thom Yorke’s magic.

“This is my final fit, my final belly-ache… no alarms, no surprises… please.”