SUNDAY AUGUST 6TH
SICILY
SPEND THE WHOLE MORNING DISPLAYING MY LILYWHITE BODY AND RED HAIR TO GAWPING SICILIAN POPULACE. THE SHOW IS AT A SPORTS STADIUM. UTTER CHAOS PERMEATES EVERY CORNER OF THE PROCEEDINGS. I SOAK UP THE BURNING MEDITERRANIAN SUN AND WAIT FOR THE FIRST MURMURS FROM MOUNT ETNA. BRIEFLY WONDER WHAT THE SICILLIAN IS FOR “FUCK ME SILLY BUT DON’T TELL YOUR BROTHERS”. ONE MINUTE BEFORE STAGE TIME WE FIND OUESELVES STUCK IN TRAFFIC. MICHEAL STIPE TELLS ME TO “BREATHE, BREATHE” LIKE IM HAVING A BABY WHILE HUNDREDS OF POLICE STAND ROUND AND DO NOTHING.
SICILY
SPEND THE WHOLE MORNING DISPLAYING MY LILYWHITE BODY AND RED HAIR TO GAWPING SICILIAN POPULACE. THE SHOW IS AT A SPORTS STADIUM. UTTER CHAOS PERMEATES EVERY CORNER OF THE PROCEEDINGS. I SOAK UP THE BURNING MEDITERRANIAN SUN AND WAIT FOR THE FIRST MURMURS FROM MOUNT ETNA. BRIEFLY WONDER WHAT THE SICILLIAN IS FOR “FUCK ME SILLY BUT DON’T TELL YOUR BROTHERS”. ONE MINUTE BEFORE STAGE TIME WE FIND OUESELVES STUCK IN TRAFFIC. MICHEAL STIPE TELLS ME TO “BREATHE, BREATHE” LIKE IM HAVING A BABY WHILE HUNDREDS OF POLICE STAND ROUND AND DO NOTHING.
| — | Thom Yorke’s Tour Diary, 1995 |
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