Wayne Coyne and Gummy Skulls
Late on Wednesday night, I received an urgent late-night email from a friend requesting a photo from my shoot with The Flaming Lips last year. This friend had ordered a few photos late last year for Christmas presents, so I went digging through my archives to find the shot he had requested.
When I sent him the file, he told me to call him to hear something cool. Never one to turn down information, I obliged - and was told that Wayne Coyne of The Flaming Lips was tentatively scheduled to appear at Vintage Vinyl in St. Louis on Thursday to sign autographs and talk to fans, while selling the elusive Flaming Lips 2011 Gummy Song Skulls.
I promptly peed my pants. What can I say, I’m a huge Lips fan, and Coyne seems to radiate positivity — he’s my kind of guy, or rather, I imagined he was. I’d never met the man.
My friend was right on the money, and later Thursday afternoon both Vintage Vinyl and Encor.es officially announced that Coyne would be making his appearance. Pretty cool, I have to say. When I arrived at the record store, there was already quite a crowd lined up inside (including fellow music blogger Louis Kwok of Music Vs. Man, check out his coverage here).
To be honest, I was most curious about the mythical gummy skull - I’d seen blurry cellphone photos of the items, but even higher-profile sites like Pitchfork seemed to have mediocre photos of the things. One problem - I didn’t have $150 to purchase one of the darn things just to take photos of it. Luckily, I ran into Brian Bauer, who was more than eager to show off his new (gooey) purchase.
Brian, my sincerest thanks - and I hope you washed your hands, buddy. Don’t eat all that skull at once.
While mingling with friends in line, Louis asked that I take his photo with Coyne. I was happy to oblige, and when Louis’ time came, he sucked me into the conversation by showing off a copy of Eleven Magazine with my photos of his band. Coyne signed it (and a print of another shot I’d brought, just in case) and snapped a photo of the print with his iPhone before stating how much he liked the photos.
So, obviously, I peed myself again. It happens. Sorry, Wayne.