This story is all the more tantalizing given what some might call a recent come-to-God moment. It made me unique and thoughtful and probably all sorts of tedious, but then again isn’t that the point of it all?

My “status” gave me a certain credibility if my job was to question the “goodness” of music, then why can’t we call into question the rock gods themselves? I’m not sure most folks even noticed, but I wore my disdain and disinterest as a badge of honor.

Whether I was talking about their infinite meh-ness via video or torturing myself by listening for an entire day, there was a certain novelty in my position as being vehemently anti-Radiohead-indie music journalism has few immutable truths, but a clear and resounding love for the band is accepted practice. But, like any good journalist, I cultivated a beat of sorts as the lone, unwavering denier of Radiohead’s radiant brilliance. No one specifically gave me money to laugh at Thom Yorke memes or criticize Jonny Greenwood’s guitar playing.

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