I sat down next to Radiohead frontman Thom Yorke for more than 10 hours yesterday on a flight from London to L.A. (well, actually, he sat down, I was sitting first). We didn’t speak about his solo career, we didn’t speak about the long four hour delay from the snow in London. We also didn’t talk about Johnny Greenwood’s mission to save the world. We didn’t speak about his upcoming tour, or the sales of his In Rainbows record.

He was close enough to reach out and tap on the shoulder, snap photos of, and be a really annoying press figure. But I behaved myself. Truth is, I kind of felt bad for the guy as he was bombarded earlier on in the flight by a happy-go-lucky fan that recognized him.

At the end of the flight, I did manage to get in a quick interview though, it went like this:

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I had a chance to go to the private viewing of Sickboy’s Stay Free show. When an announcement was made that we were going to have to wait out in the cold because one of the oompa loompas was acting up I knew this art show wasn’t “normal.” Recently opened to the public, the venue takes over an old storage building and transforms it into a street art playground or factory or alley or whatever it is Sickboy wanted to call it that day. I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves. After the jump, Sickboy’s world of street art.

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