A naked lady cavorts on the screen while the stage crew help whip up the crowd.
And here they come!
Stephen Drozd begins the drone.
And of course, Wayne Coyne, who I guess travels everywhere by inflatable plastic ball.
And now it's time to blow stuff up!
I sincerely hope the Lips keep a full-time sweeper on staff.
Anyone else here a fan of The Prisoner?
They also had a bunch of girls stage left and some boys stage left (more or less out of range of my camera angle).
It's just not a Flaming Lips show without a man in a bearsuit.
... and whatever the heck that is. Catfish?
Wayne and his streamers.
Stephen keys in; at left is Derek Brown of Crocodile, another Oklahoma City band.
Hearye, hearye.
Let us not forget bassist Michael Ivins.
I think Wayne's guitar has undergone some modification.
The guy on the left was busting some serious moves.
Oh, those wacky guitars. This one actually looks a bit impractical ...
Giant hands equal laser attack!
Like you even have to ask if these guys have a gong ...
Kliph Scurlock chips in some cymbals.
The band has been playing Taps at every show.
So that wasn't a standard-issue megaphone, then!
I think the girls were a bit suspicious of Michael ...
The whole lot!
There's always time for one more confetti blast!
Thank you and good night!
And that was that!
- Show reminder: David Bazan of Pedro the Lion and Male Nurse perform at Mavericks; Soulfat plays The Rainbow.
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