I've never been a Radiohead fan, but I losered out at the Marvelous in West Philly and actually bought the album that was playing. Like some dork in High Fidelity, I asked the guy behind the counter, "What's that music you're playing?" And he told me it was the new Radiohead, which I pretended meant something to me even though it didn't. I liked it so much, though, that I'm now completely stuck on it -- so much so that I had a vivid dream last night about watching a vintage Radiohead video (when Thom Yorke looked like pre-Idol Clay Aiken) that was so beautiful, it made me cry. It had a Darjeeling Limited slow-motion pretentiousness about it, only it wasn't as boring as Darjeeling was.