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| I wish I could write about “Like
Spinning Plates” this week. I heard “High and Dry”
on the radio today and I enjoyed it so much. I saw the video for “Fake
Plastic Trees” a week or two back, too; what a magnificent song,
what a well-articulated ache. I’d happily write about either
of those. I wish there was no “Morning Bell.” I wish there
weren’t one here. I wish they’d left it alone after making
a percussive, mildly assaultive run at it on Kid A. I could
leave it alone then. |
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