Radiohead fucks up every now and then. They stop immediately, and then start over. Nobody fucking cares.
The singer in my band is always bitching about how we need to rehearse like 340978t984598t7498956847598t739847t x 10 to the 23234298374 times before he's comfortable singing a fuckin stevie nicks cover. He's always like, "what do we do if we fuck up big time?" (which we never did)
I say to say this: "MAN, WE FUCKED THAT BABY UP. BIG TIME. THING IS, WE'VE BEEN UP FOR LIKE 6 DAYS AND WE'RE ALL STRUNG OUT FROM THE ROAD. WE'VE GOTTA FLY TO PITTSBURGH TOMORROW FOR THE FUCKIN BACHMAN TURNER OVERDRIVE REVIVAL TOUR. HEY PAUL! LAY OFF THE SAUCE, WE GOTTA LONG DRIVE AHEAD OF US THIS ONE IS OFF OF OUR ENGLISH ONLY EP ENTITLED MAN THIS BAND REALLY SUCKS TWO THREE FOUR..."
and the problem is fixed. Most people didn't even notice. No one will remember? Why? Because even though we have these huge egos and all want to get up on stage and change lives with power chords, the grim reality is that NOBODY FUCKING CARES.
And most of the time, even though I'm playing in the band, I DONT FUCKIN CARE.
All they needed to do was stop and say "boy, that sounds like shit." And told a story about fucking 348384 groupies in one night back in 1987, that foul year of our lord.
GOD DAMN.