Yet on Friday I had one of those moments. On a rain soaked patch of grass near Lake Ontario, I witnessed my own personal moment of musical perfection watching Radiohead create something far deeper than just music.
I won’t bother “reviewing” the show, because frankly there’s not an ounce of me that could be impartial about it. For me Radiohead exist on a separate playing field from mere bands and music.
When someone asks me to list my favourite band or song, it’s likely I won’t list Radiohead in either category because they don’t belong there. Just like the Beatles, you don’t rate them against others – you do not sully or tarnish what they do.
But what I can relay is this. As it rained down on us – all of us - on that soggy hill, and before Radiohead ever took the stage there was one of those great “en mass” moments where everyone in the crowd pointed upwards towards the sky as the breaking sun created the most vibrant and stunning rainbow. And then it created a second, right next to it.
It was evident then that it didn't matter how much rain fell, we were far too blissed-out to let the weather put us off. And like a kid who'd found a shiny rock, I was pretty happy with the music too.
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