Tag: Flaming Lips live

It was a grey night.  Rain had been falling.  My wife was on the phone with her boss and trying to sort out work drama that had been bothering both of them for a week.  She and the whole Ft. Wayne area, it seemed, needed a boost of love and fun.  They got it from the Flaming Lips and Le Bucherettes at Ft. Wayne’s Clyde Theatre on August 16th.

My wife had never been to a Flaming Lips show.  All I told her was that it would be wild and there would be balloons and confetti.  I didn’t want to spoil anything for her.

We walked in just at the start of Le Bucherettes’ set.  I’d heard of them somewhere before and made a note to check out their stuff, and this was my first full exposure to their work.  It was a wild mix of psychedelia and art punk fronted by a wild Latina (Le Bucherettes hail from Mexico) who seemed to be the child of Iggy Pop and Poly Styrene after they’d had sex in an Aztec temple.  They threw down a wild set that even had Wayne Coyne from the Flaming Lips crouching at stage right to take photos of them.  My wife and I thought they needed to play next year’s Levitation Music Festival in Austin.  They’d fit in perfectly there, and we picked up their last album at the merch table not long after their set.

The beginning of the Flaming Lips’ set began with their cover of “Also Sprach Zarathustra” and then “Race for the Prize” off The Soft Bulletin, which included the following (of course):

My wife was already grinning by this point, and the grin never left her face the entire night.  She laughed in disbelief at the giant inflatable robot that stood at center stage over Wayne Coyne during “Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots” – which Coyne described as a song not just about a young, female Japanese karate master fighting evil robots, but more about “Your friend who tells you they’re going to do something impossible, but they don’t know it’s impossible, and instead of you telling them it’s impossible, you tell them…Yoshimi you won’t let those robots defeat me.”

“Fight Test” is always a welcome addition to their sets, and the “Golden Throat” microphone version of the national anthem was a weird treat.  This show was the first time I heard “The Yeah Yeah Yeah Song” as well as “The Castle,” which Wayne Coyne described as a sad song, but it doesn’t feel overwhelmingly sad when he sings it.  It still sounds hopeful to me.

Coyne then put on rainbow wings and jumped on a light-up unicorn that was pulled through the audience while he sang “There Should Be Unicorns,” which took on a near deep-house beat and feel live.  It’s cool on Oczy Mlody, but it’s better live.

They busted out “She Don’t Use Jelly,” which was well-received by the crowd (and was one I’d hoped they’d play), and “The Captain” after that.  There was a small temporary stage in the middle of the crowd, and I figured it was for when Coyne stepped into a giant plastic sphere and crowd surfed to it during their cover of “Space Oddity.”  I’d seen him do it at the inaugural Middle Waves Music Festival two years earlier.  I was right, and my wife, a big Bowie fan, nearly cried when she realized what song was coming.

They wrapped up the set with “How??”, “Are You a Hypnotist?”, “The W.A.N.D.”, and “A Spoonful Weighs a Ton” before coming back for “Do You Realize?”

“That made me happy,” my wife said afterwards.  “I needed that.”

We all did.  Thanks, Flaming Lips.

Keep your mind open.

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