I remember. It was on a dark Thursday night. I was walking back from home when I saw some hobo with long hair, except it wasn't a hobo. It was some hippie guy who kept muttering the word "Creep" over and over again. He started to follow me and I ran away. I caught a small glimpse of his face too, he had a weird eye and a depressed look.

Anyway I went to the record store and some dudes were talking about a new hit album called "Kid A". They told me it was the best album of the decade, so I bought it. Don't remember who made it though. I played it and it was electronic garbage, so I smashed the fucking vinyl into pieces, ran back to the record store, and punched the guys in the face.

Anyway, I discovered Radiohead through their performance at the MTV Beach House in 1993. I'm still waiting for the day Tom Yorke will jump into a pool again.