dammit.

so last night, neil and i went to see the flaming lips, but due to some misjudgments on the set times, we showed up right in the middle of their first song. not terrible, right? we heard ‘race for the prize’ as we were walking up, so it wasn’t like we missed a huge part of the show. i felt bad, but not awful. but then i read this spin recap this morning:

The concert began, naturally enough, with the Flaming Lips being born. For drummer Kliph Scurlock, bassist Michael Ivins, and multi-instrumentalist Steven Drozd that meant walking through an elevated door in the middle of a multimedia screen onto which a huge, digital vagina had been projected. For lead singer Wayne Coyne it meant appearing on stage curled up in what initially looked like an adult-sized placenta.

Thankfully, it turned out to be the frontman’s patented inflatable plastic bubble, a crowd-surfing apparatus he immediately put to good use while canons shot confetti into the air, dozens of giant balloons were released into the audience, and a phalanx of backup dancers hit the stage dressed as mini-skirted white mice or shag-carpeted abominable snowmen.

when else in my life will i get to see a band climb out of a giant digital vagina!?! for once in my life i show up late enough to miss most of the opening band waiting period, and miss that? the world is truly cruel.