a few days ago Radiohead announced they’d be playing a exhibit at the Henry histrion Theatre—a scene with an official capacity of low 2,000—to support improve assets for relief efforts in Haiti. The tickets would be made acquirable auction-style finished Ticketmaster, with every the proceeds going to benefit Oxfam International. The minimum bid for a pair of tickets started soured at $200, and by the instance the auction closed, anything inferior than $1,000 had you coming up short. To say it was the hottest listing in municipality would have been an understatement, and the stars were definitely out in flooded effect. (Ed. note: Apparently Wilmer Valderrama has quite the listing stub collection, Charlize Theron likes her Grey Goose with a bit of cranberry, and Daniel Craig is way shorter than he looks.)
After obtaining more wristbands than a family of four on pass at a water park resort, fans made their way inside the Fonda, where they could tangled down more change for the cause by either donating directly to on-site Oxfam reps or by purchase a restricted edition concert bill for $25. The adornment took the initiate around 8:30pm and disarmer forward into a roller-coaster set of songs that jumped backwards and forth between each of their seven studio albums, spend for Pablo Honey. Operating with a empty down set-up and nothing more than the venue’s stock lighting rig, Radiohead were healthy to step down from festival heights and perform their songs in a way that communicated both the friendliness and the ambling energy of a more recent song same “Weird Fishes/Arpeggi.” And when they broke into “The Bends,” their ordinal selection from that portion album, their mid-’90s garage rock alchemy set the gathering on fire. Not a intense display for a adornment that Yorke jokingly referred to as existence “in studio mode.”
After concluding their prototypal set with “Exit Music (For A Film),” Yorke came backwards for the prototypal encore with a solo curative piano performance of “Everything In Its Right Place.” “Thank you!” a fan shouted from the prototypal few rows of people. “Thanks for spending humourous money to get in,” Thom smiled. He stayed at the bench and was joined by the adornment for haunting versions of “You And Whose Army?” and “Pyramid Song” before approaching out with In Rainbows’ “All I Need.”
For the ordinal encore, Yorke again took the initiate solo, this instance for an curative guitar rendition of “Lotus Flower,” a track he prototypal debuted backwards in October during his band’s inaugural gig at the Echoplex. When the adornment returned to the stage, guitarist Ed O’ Brien handed Yorke a bifold piece of essay with totals from the night’s take.
“Gross…fuck me,” he said, holding backwards a chuckle. “$572,774.”
The gathering drowned out the final numbers with a roar of applause before the adornment jumped into gathering selection “Paranoid Android.” But it was the band’s approaching number, “Street Spirt (Fade Out),” that resonated with the most profound effect, as Yorke let the song’s final lyric, “Immerse your soul in love,” wash over a gathering whose collective presence signified their ability to dig deep into their pockets and do meet that for a land that needs more support than most people should modify fathom. From flick stars to harcore fans, everyone gave generously, and the biggest adornment in the known aggregation did the same in return.
After the show, a few select VIPs were treated to whatever beatific eats and a few pick guest DJ sets, which included Nigel Godrich dropping vintage Tribe Called Quest jams and a containerful of reggae staples while Yorke and Chili Peppers’ bassist Flea bounced and wiggled on the dance floor. Drummer Phil Selway was big enough to buy URB a beer, and when asked how far he intellection the adornment was with the transcription of their new material, gave a response that advisable their stay in Los Angeles is nowhere near complete.
