Song of the Day: February 6th, 2024

Song: The Bends (1995)
Artist: Radiohead
Album: The Bends

I wouldn't be shocked if I'm in the worldwide top 10 for most plays of "The Bends" in the past week. I cannot get enough of this condition I hope to never deal with. 

​The 2024 equivalent of wishing it was the 60s, as Thom Yorke's frantic does in "The Bends," is wishing it was the 90s. I, too, wanna be part of the human race. It feels like I haven't been lately, which I should write about, but that feeling makes everything seem pointless! I'm not as depressed as that sounds (don't get me wrong, I am); it's more so disillusioned. Ya boi just gets super bummed out about how bleak things seem, feeling more alone and insignificant as ever on this little pebble in the sky where people actively make life worse for each other.

If I end up diving deeper into this topic like I know deep down I should, I will use this general thought again, but this is like a little soft launch...it's insane now man's most prominent predator in life is man. It'd be one thing if generations of people were riddled with anxiety and depression because we constantly lived in fear of being an animal higher on the food chain's next meal; that makes perfect sense to me. I'm sure the people who do live in those conditions are not super laid back, but why do we, as people, let the powers that be be this way? I feel like I'm rambling at this point, but that's merely a defense mechanism. I know exactly what I'm getting at if anybody actually reads this. Sure, I may be speaking in generalities right now as I dust the cobwebs off the keyboard and write my first February blog on the 6th...fuck it, I'm going Dozie's Brain Dump next post. I fucking do love this song though.