Radiohead.

Billy sat there with a serious expression, listening to Radiohead. He already knew that the small tour was just a teaser for their new album, with much more to come, slated for release next 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 ten-year track record. They could be considered experts in the field.

-Hey Connor, what have you been up to? We've been a bit apart, - Billy said, beside him. Connor only nodded. His interruption was followed by Spencer, now somewhat like his legal guardian. Connor lived with Spencer's grandmother, in a household of three. The grandmother adored Connor; seeing the nervous boy who was always silent, she made him jam tarts, apple pies, and carrot cakes and gave him money to go to the movies.

-He lives with us, with me and my grandma. We took him in; his father didn't come 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 near the 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 on the streets, it's not something you should be doing so frequently, - Spencer replied.

-Why does everyone think 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 inherent struggle between who's better or lesser, but I'd like you to hear them, - Billy said, getting up from his seat. The concert, the third part, was about to begin. From now on, a flood of songs and performances followed, which Billy hoped to leverage. Two similar things: a great comparison he could make between their two styles, and copying their techniques 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 when we get home. You can't just be oblivious to a band that has moved rock music from then until now, - Agustina mentioned as they walked to the back, almost diagonally, able to see the band playing, not less than ten meters away, while the elegant songs could be heard. It was simply a series of sounds, described by words: eclectic, innovative, 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 music. Not long ago, the band's unequivocal words were that their music was.

"Radiohead could be the most visible reference to catharsis in our time, at least within what is known as popular 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 music on 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 considerations, 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 entertainment 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 incommunicable sensation that loses its emotional charge when we try to bring 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 connected, very poetic and ancestral."

That was an explanation of how the band saw music, and now Billy, with his keen ear, could call himself a faithful fan of them, for everything they conveyed.

-Mother mentioned that this album is the most difficult live; they want to bring a sense of the unreal. They're computers making art, and to play it would be humans playing art, - Billy said.

A bit weird, but they were the weird ones living on a cultural journey that you couldn't understand without a book in hand.

-The next song is 'Everything in its Right Place,' - 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 noise; it's everywhere, on buses, in bars, on rooftops; they want to play with the sounds that drive people crazy; it's for discos, for fairs, it's like a musical drink, - Billy said.

🎵🎶🎶🎵

Everything

In its right place

🎵🎶🎶🎵

Yesterday, I woke up sucking a lemon

Everything

In its right place

Right place

🎵🎶🎶🎵

There are two colors in my head

What, what is that you tried to say?

What, what was that you tried to say?

Tried to say

Everything

🎵🎶🎶🎵

The piano, a glorious sedative, enchanted like opera.

The lyrics weren't grandiose, but they came with such power that Billy could breathe amidst the ideas etched in his mind, reminiscent of a very popular song that many listened to in their times, 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 concert unfold. It was almost like a lecture in intriguing music that played with obvious philosophical ideas; everyone understood them. Different from communication, 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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