Twas The Night O'Radiohead...<P>so I get in the car with the Rocklands carryout, breathing in the barbecue air, and the phone rings.<P>"this is Brian, I'm with the band Radiohead."<P>OK<P>"what's going on at the club tonight?"<P>of course, I'm thinking, wow - they want to come hang out at the 930! but, damn! we only have a private party rental (didn't try to book anything up against the Tibet concert) and then Millenium (the all-night gay thing we used to do). oh well, maybe they'll think the gay thing is cooly alternative.<P>so I tell him, trying to make it sound like fun, and offer to set the guys up with the balcony to themselves or something like that. and then he starts asking questions like "do you still have the same monitor system from when we played the last time?" and "same crew?" and "how about security?". wait a minute. wu-wu-wu-why are you asking about stuff like that? and then he asks me a bunch more and I just stop him and say look - if Radiohead wants to play, everything will be there and ready. it's that simple.<P>and he says "yeah, they were really disappointed that they didn't get to play today and I think they might like to tonight"<P>well, hey, who are we to stop them.<P>uh-oh, what about the Millenium guys? I'm thinking of all these various deals and such that I could swap them and then I decide to just call them and explain the situation. what do you know, maybe they'll say "jeez, you can't pass up an oppurtunity like that - we'll get out of your way".<P>and then they said "jeez, you can't pass up an oppurtunity like that - we'll get out of your way"<P>to be continued...
