The Flaming Lips

That lucky alien will return to his spaceship with his huge head fried, giddy after witnessing the show to end all shows, out of this world and all others, with confetti, streamers, puppets, lasers, balloons, dancing girls, naked girls, swooning girls, amazing sounds, rocking beats and lyrics that strike chords.


That’s if he survives. I barely did. The Lips played the Greenville Festival in the middle of nowhere outside Berlin on Friday night, when there was no way of getting home afterward and sleep proved elusive with rain showers for (instead of) a tent, prompting 17 hours of catch up sleep yesterday after a night of climbing fences before being rudely awakened by security for sleeping in a restaurant.



“You can pay with tokens.”
“But I don’t have tokens.”
“Well, the beer’s not free.”
“I normally pay for things with cash. Do you still accept Euros?”
It turned out he did, as a token gesture.
I learned later (at another bar following another bizarre conversation) that you had to pay for beer with tokens and there was a counter where Euros were exchanged for plastic tokens worthless everywhere else. Perhaps a sign of things to come.

Everything was alright again once the Lips exploded on stage, Wayne Coyle surfing the crowd in his giant transparent plastic ball.
There’s a good write up on Wayne Coyne in The Guardian here.
He told the crowd that the Lips first came to Berlin in 1988 and may have been responsible for changing history.
“Shortly after we came to Berlin, the Wall came down. I don‘t know if that’s connected, but it’s the truth,” he said before the band launched into Ego Tripping at the Gates of Hell.

We all were. Thanks Lips, for another great show. Please come back soon.
I shot a video of Do You Realize?? but it’s too big to share (1GB or so) and I don’t know how to compress/bring it to sharing size. I even joined Vimeo but to no avail. If anyone has any tips, please share so I can too. ¡Muchas gracias!
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