Thom Yorke is headed to Broadway

Thom Yorke has been in the news as of late – and this time (for the most part) it's not something Radiohead-related. The 46-year-old musician is making his Broadway debut as a composer for the upcoming revival of of Harold Pinter's Old Times. The 1971 play stars Clive Owen, Eve Best, and Kelly Reilly and opens in October at the American Airlines Theatre.

From The New York Times:

"This is Mr. Yorke's first foray into composing for theater. He joined the project at the behest of the play’s director, Douglas Hodge, whose production of Mr. Pinter's The Dumb Waiter was seen by Mr. Yorke in 2004 in Oxford. According to Mr. Hodge, the music will open and close the show, as well as provide transitions.

The score was written during a six-month email correspondence between Mr. Yorke and Mr. Hodge, a Tony-winning actor (La Cage aux Folles) making his Broadway debut as a director."

Yorke, of course, isn't the first member of Radiohead to branch out into other forms of composing. Jonny Greenwood, the band's lead guitarist, is known for his soundtracks to films including Paul Thomas Anderson's Inherent Vice and Tran Anh Hung's Norwegian Wood.

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