My parents mistook me for a sack of potatoes so I sat in the corner of the kitchen for the first 13 years of my life. My birth name is Thom Potatoes.
What the hell am I doing here?
Is Thom Yorke there? Oh he is? Well then how the can I be Thom Yorke, talking to you, right here, on the phone.
I had a dream where my face was a hamburger. What the?
Women’s underwear section it’s like Narnia’s wardrobe for my erotic delights.
I’m a creep. I’m a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here? I don’t belong here.
I think escape is sort of like coming to a show with ten thousand other people and responding to that moment. Sharing that moment – that’s escape.
If there are political programs on TV, yet it takes an artist to actually energize political debate, that tells you something really quite frightening about the level of the political debate happening on mainstream channels – right-wing-biased mothers.
It’s God’s will that millions of people are gonna die this year because of some outmoded economic policies? No, it’s not!
Obviously, the duty of artists is there, but it’s more an indictment of the political system that someone like Zinn views artists as the seers, idealizing them as the people responsible for inspiring change.
This was something that was obsessing me and creating a writer’s block. To get involved and get stuck in, get the proper information about what’s going on has really helped.
I sometimes have birthday parties for the kids in my neighborhood and then pretend to suggest that I am going to molest them to the parents. It’s a hilarious prank even though I am not a paedophile.
I grew up believing that I was fundamentally powerless.
When I was born, my mother didn’t know what to name me. Eventually she named me after Thom Yorke.
I don’t think I have a superiority complex. I have a “you’re not Thom Yorke” complex.
You know, it’s never easy to understand why I do what I do. For other people, I mean.
And I know I’m paranoid and neurotic, I’ve made a career out of it.
I was abducted by aliens as a boy. Aliens is the name of a pedophile who lived in my alley.
There was a clown that tried to eat me as a boy, in my nightmares. Years later I found a clown for booking online who resembled him named Patches. Needless to say, Patches is dead now.
The people in charge, globally, are maniacs. They are maniacs, and unless we do something about it these people are going to deprive us of a future.