The first time I can remember hearing The Flaming Lips was when I saw their video for
She Don't Use Jelly on MuchMusic, back when it broadcast music videos with some regularity. "Boy," I thought "does this band ever stink." My opinion has changed over the years, starting with the purchase of their early work (my favourite), and continuing on to their later material, which I also quite enjoy. However, even if I still thought they were rotten I suspect I'd have enjoyed the no-holds-barred confetti riot they staged for Saturday night's main stage blowout.
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.
