We started families, brought up our children and everybody was just living their own lives. But then one day it just got us again. You’re stuck in traffic on a Friday, the kids are wailing in the back, the supermarket shopping is boiling in the boot, it’s summer, the weekend of the Glastonbury Festival. A radio station airs a listeners’ poll, asking which band the people associate with their best Glastonbury memories, and 76 per cent are voting for Radiohead. Suddenly things shoot through your mind: what am I doing here? Wouldn’t I prefer to be on stage there? Even my family would be happier if I didn’t hang out at home, all grumpy, any more. Yes, that’s how it was.
Thom Yorke, 2008