Record Reconstructor

  Dashboard! I've been trying to think about the best way to approach talking about Radiohead, and I've settled on this after three days of false starts.  Radiohead are amongst my favourite bands of all time, a group of musical performers whose twenty year career provided a contemplative soundtrack to my own path through adulthood.  There's a point I recognise in my life when my reading habits moved outside of the range of the Fantasy and Sci-Fi and comedic* novels I'd consumed voraciously in my youth and I started reading what I guess I'd consider 'serious literature' of my own choice, for - if not fun exactly - the intellectual stimulation, the prompt to think, to draw your own conclusions, to engage with the text on a level deeper than just what could be seen on the surface.  In the realm of music, I thought such pieces existed also, but assumed they existed in genres both dusty and inaccessible;  Opera, freeform Jazz, modern Classical**.   My exper...

  Dashboard!  I've spent a lot of my life asking myself, "what am I good at?".  Inferiority complexes and imposter syndrome are nothing new in the world, nor are they unique to me, but since childhood, I've always been around seemingly effortlessly talented people who can accomplish things I could never aspire to.  My father the spy/diplomat/musician with his speaking five languages and playing 20 different instruments, a talent that skipped me and passed to my sister, though we both got a similar dose of my families history of mental instability.  I know people who can sing, write, act, create amazing art, who are funnier, smarter, more analytical, confident and cooler than I am.  They're better cooks, tennis players, painters, and musicians than I, and a host of other hobbies I've dabbled in in the past.   All hope is not lost though.  The two things my near five decades have taught me are a decent talent for self-reflection (thank you, yea...