It always ends up drivel.

So.

On Sunday I saw Radiohead. Live. In concert. On stage. Performing songs. That I heard.

And I won't ever be the same as I was before I saw Radiohead. Live. In concert. On stage. Performing songs. That I heard.

Case in point, here's a video that was taken by accident before the show of the old me with some work friends:

And here's a picture taken near the end of the show of the new me with my brother:

I guess the change is imperceptible, except to say that if a video were somehow taken of me during "Paranoid Android," which is the song Radiohead closed with, the change would be very, very apparent.

Basically everyone I know who lives in a 300-mile radius of Dallas and likes Radiohead was there, including friends, friends of friends, coworkers, friends of coworkers, family, friends of family, family of friends, and friends of friends' family. No coworkers' family, but you get the idea.

Before the show, Sarah looked at me and said that she simply could not believe that in just a little bit, Radiohead--RADIOHEAD!--would get on that stage and start playing music. Music that would go into our ears. And then go inside our brains, and we'd be able to see them playing music and hear them playing music at the same time. The mere physics of this were impossible to comprehend. And then they got up on stage, and my mind blew again. And every time they started playing a new song, my mind would blow again, which resulted in my jumping around and screaming like a maniac, because that's what I am now. That's what the music has done to me.

Everyone's still talking about it. You can still see people walking around in my building wearing those $40 T-shirts they bought at the concert, people talking in hushed tones about that performance of "Weird Fishes," and oh my gosh, how is it that "House of Cards" sounds completely different to me now that I've heard it live? The sea of lighters during "Fake Plastic Trees." The on-stage lighting situation, which I can't even begin to describe, except to say that fiber optics were involved. The haunting intro of "Exit Music (For a Film)" spreading throughout the vast crowd.

My coworker Jorge messaged me a few minutes ago and said that it might sound weird, but he felt as though he was connected to every single molecule at the concert.

But it's not weird. That's exactly how it was.