Sunday, September 04, 2005

1) I'm working with a bunch of guys in a shack in the middle of a big field. We're all working on some big machine-like thing, but I don't really know what's going on, so I just hand the guy next to me a bunch of little parts out of a bucket and hope for the best. I start singing a song, and then Thom Yorke shows up, and tells me that the tune I'm singing would be great for the new Radiohead album. He sits down and starts playing this weird musical instrument, and writing lyrics on a paper. He keeps asking for help, but I tell him I don't know anything about writing songs. Then MSgt Rogers walks in the door, and tells me that I should help Thom out and that maybe songwriting is something I would like and it wouldn't hurt to give it a try.

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