England. 2003.

The lead singer of Radiohead, Thom Yorke— a man who was a genius, respected for his global output.

Was ill.

Thom had denied all he wanted, but had to finally accept it once he was puking his guts out. Sitting on his bed and reading a book, he couldn’t focus as he was shivering for one moment— then having a hot flash the next. It was embarrassing, really. He knew that he had no current medication in his cabinets, so he had to call up one of his fellow band members to grab him some …