My friend and I managed to get into a “secret” Beck gig in LA in 2007, and Nigel Godrich walked out onstage and played keyboards throughout the set.
I spotted him outside afterwards, and I tapped him on the shoulder. I told him it was a great show, and that I’d been shocked to see him there.
“I thought it was you,” I said, “but at the same time I was like, wait, it can’t be him, he’s in England.”
“I took a plane,” Nigel replied.
“Oh,” I said.
I demanded he and Radiohead get on the stick and produce another webcast, then we shook hands and parted. My parents picked me up, and I got a filet-o-fish sandwich at McDonald’s.