to my lovely across the sea/ cliches belong to lovers

last night's Black Angels show (attended with friends Pytr, Boulanger, and MankyPants), was good fun albeit, an inadequate precursor to tonight's show. could anything touch the solid magic that's about to erupt? "do you remember the first time?" on the miniscus of a cliff, showered by the most sublime sunset at the Gorge(ous) Ampitheatre, Radiohead hit the stage. an ecstatically surreal experience, we were tear-stricken and spiritualized like a cult of teenagers being hit by an angel's voice. qui a besoin de religion? i found Radiohead. i found you.* awww, what else is there? light glowing bright inside and bursting outside of me. i float. i float. ha ha! it all happens again tonight. (astoundingly, enchantingly!) and again the night after that. and every night from here on where i, the luckiest girl ever, get to love you. radioheadingly? hee hee. - everything in its right place.