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Kid A
1.15.2003 by Dan Beirne, every Wednesday.

Nathan Lane comes over every Wednesday to the house to watch a movie, or just chat with Dan. Dan found these little chats so interesting, he decided to tape-record them and tell the world all the neat things Nathan had to say about movies and stuff.

Wednesday, January 8th, cloudy

Kid A (2000): Breakthrough album by England's Radiohead. Best experienced in a dark movie theatre with no picture on the screen.

(I thought Nathan would want to discuss the album as it played through. So the CD is just beginning here)

Me: Is he saying someting there?

Nathan: No.

Me: This is just such a great album, isn't it?

Nathan: Yeah.

Me: It's sort of like a painting, don't you think? It's got like textures and colours and--

Nathan: Do you think we could listen to the album? Would that be all right?

Me: size.

Nathan: It's just hard to listen when you're asking me questions and talking.

(I turned off the tape, and we listened to the rest of the album before resuming the discussion)

Me: There. Okay.

Nathan: Shh, wait. There's one more part.

Me: Oh, right.

(the thirty-second orchestral swell)

Me: Okay. There.

Nathan: Shh.

Me: But--

Nathan: Just shh.

(three minute pause. you can hear someone shoveling their driveway down the street)

Nathan: There. Sorry.

Me: No, that's okay. So what did you think?

Nathan: Just exquisite.

Me: I'm sorry?

Nathan: Like a perfect lullaby. Sad and perfect.

Me: Like a decorated Christmas tree after Christmas.

Nathan: Yes! Exactly like that! Hand me that pad.

Me: Mmm-hmm.

Nathan: What are you grinning at?

Me: What? Nothing.

Nathan: No, seriously. You look like you did when we watched Grumpy Old Men.

Me: It's just you never agree with me, usually.

Nathan: Oh, don't start.

(you can hear Nathan scribbling on the pad. he was writing a poem)

Me: No, it's important. 'Cause it's not often that people agree with me. Most of the time when I say stuff at dinner nobody even looks up, you know? So it's just nice to know that someone's actually listening, and not only that, but understanding and agreeing with me.

(still scribbling noises)

Me: Nathan?

Nathan: What?

Me: Nothing.

Nathan: What did you say? I was writing. I can't write and listen.

Me: I didn't say anything.

Nathan: Well I heard you say something, I just wasn't listening.

(you can hear yelling from outside my window)

Diana: Nathan! Nathan honey!

Nathan: Crap, is that my aunt?

Me: I don't know, I wasn't listening.

Nathan: Shut up, you baby. Check outside.

Me: Yeah, it is.

(Nathan gets up and comes to the window)

Nathan: Diana? Where's the van?

Diana: What, honey?

Nathan: Where'd you park the van?

Diana: Down the street! This road hasn't been plowed, so I couldn't get through!

Nathan: Okay, I'll be right down.

(Nathan gets his bag, and takes his CD out of the player)

Diana: Hi Dan!

Me: Hi Diana. How are you?

Diana: Suicidal!

(I taped over the rest by accident. It starts into my dad saying the word 'waldo' in as many different ways as possible, but I won't transcribe that)

as always, you can e-mail Nathan at hakunamattata69@hotmail.com to talk about movies or just chat about whatever.


Grumpy Old Men (1993): John and Max are elderly men living next door to each other. They're continuously arguing and insulting each other, and have been this way for over 50 years. One day, Ariel, moves into the street. Both men are attracted to her, and their rivalry steps up a notch. Starring Jack Lemmon, Walter Matthau, and Ann-Margaret. Directed by Donald Petrie.

Nathan's Kid A poem (written on a pad with a dull pencil)
you forget about the trap doors
strobe lights and blown speakers
a concert built on concerts
10 tracks, 50 minutes that changed everything

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