By Brittany Tilleman

Why do I love this iconic band? Is it their music? Well, that was the initial reason I was drawn to the band. No doubt they have released some cult classic anthems like She Don’t Use Jelly and Do You Realize?, as well as seriously amazing albums like The Soft Bulletin and Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots. And they are the rare kind of albums that are best listened to from start to finish, although the singles become ingrained in your mind and play on loop while awake and asleep. No I cannot claim that I was there from the beginning. This band has been around for ages, since 1983 in fact. With albums spanning over four decades, they were rocking dimly lit bars in their home state of Oklahoma back when I was still doing the Humpty Dance at my 6th grade winter formal. Although I wish I had been exposed to them earlier, when they were still flying under the radar, it took me a longwinded sonic journey through pop and hip hop to classic rock, to discover The Lips. This took place during the time I describe as my "musical gold rush", when I stumbled upon them on the tails of my obsession with Pink Floyd. A psychedelic rock predecessor, Pink Floyd was all about deep thoughts, sweet sounds, triumphant anthems, far-out cutting edge visuals, and unearthing art in the strangest of places. Another band focused on metaphysical lyrics and space rock instrumentation, The Flaming Lips resonated with me immediately. I imagined they had been strongly influenced by Pink Floyd as well, political and existential. Their music was less polished - rougher around the edges, but also less somber. Happier and uplifting, The Lips albums were more about celebrating life in all its challenges instead of just acknowledging them. Life can seriously suck sometimes, both from our individual woes and the collective qualms that plague our existence. I was filled with angst in my teens and that shadow snuck up behind me in my twenties. Seeing my first Flaming Lips show was a release from self-inflicted emotional bondage, one of sheer ecstasy and etherial bliss. I was attending The Church of Love and Wayne was our pastor. So while I love this band’s music immensely, there are so many other things that make them my favorite band. It is the energy that they give to their fans. It feels as warm and cozy as being wrapped up in Mister Roger’s cashmere sweater. Every concert is a chance to celebrate life. Thousands of people coming together to celebrate a very merry unbirthday! The crowd is AWESOME! The whole concert is one giant happy sing-a-long. And who doesn’t like going home and finding pieces of confetti for the next three days in strange crevices of your body?


All Tomorrow’s Parties Pacific 2004 Curated By Modest Mouse

The Flaming Lips is the best concert to take psychedelic drugs at. It is also the best concert to be sober at. (I have done both). Every time is as special as the first. Their albums are a good listen on any occasion. And this is why they are one of the strongest threads that have been woven throughout the fabric of my life. The first time I saw The Flaming Lips was at All Tomorrow Parties Pacific, curated by Modest Mouse in the Fall of 2004 at the Queen Mary in Long Beach. My boyfriend (and best friend) Ian, made me a present for our road trip down to the SoCal festival, which was a 4-disc compilation box set of music from all of the bands that were playing. It was the most thoughtful gift I had ever been given, and one that I still have to this day. He collaged and painted the CD covers by hand; the mix put together so it flowed perfectly. I had been obsessed with Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots for over a year at this point (which my boyfriend also introduced me to). But he had chosen some songs to put on this compilation that hadn’t necessarily struck me as memorable until I heard them in his intentional arrangement. It was through this compilation that I fell in love with The Morning of the Magicians. We were driving down the highway, as the sun was rising over the mountains, and it began to play. WOW. It was the timing I guess, the intensity of the situation and my sheer infatuation with all of these bands I was enjoying that made me stop and absorb every chord, every whisper, every pause, every message of this beautiful masterpiece. Aside from going to see Pink Floyd’s The Division Bell tour in 1994, I had never been this excited to attend a concert or festival. The lineup was incredible, including bands like The Shins, The Cramps, Eagles of Death Metal, Explosions in The Sky, Lou Reed, Lungfish, and The Flaming Lips (Obviously, it was curated by Modest Mouse, HEL-LO!). I was already in seventh heaven from seeing bands I had just recently fallen in love with, as well as ones I had already been jamming on for years. But I was not prepared for the show The Flaming Lips brought. It had been 10 years since I had seen a show of this calibre that resonated with me on so many levels. (Ironically this was also the first time in about 10 years I had been to a concert on shrooms. I was tripping balls.) Instead of Floyd’s scary pigs jumping out of the donuts in the sky, their were happy furry animal people dancing on stage. In place of exploding bricks, there were giant balloons bouncing all over the place. It was a giant party, but then, came that rebellious political fervor that mirrored Pink Floyd: Wayne Coyne was joined by Peaches on stage as they rocked the fuck out to Sabbath’s War Pigs. FUCK BUSH! Isaac from Modest Mouse was on guitar and the band slammed a home run. People were going ape shit. I was crying it was so powerful. It’s that experience, the unexpected, that stays with you forever. I was losing it with joy after the show, when my BFF Jason Long was like “let’s go back stage” (he is notorious for having the best backstage stories ever). It hadn’t really crossed my mind that we could go into the artist area. It was such a boutique festival that you were really mingling with artists in that old-school way that wouldn’t really happen at other festivals like Coachella. Because my company was now the Northern California street team for Goldenvoice, we got VIP access to all these festivals, but I hadn’t much pursued the perks. We showed our wristbands at the gate and made our way backstage. There was food. Free drinks. And Wayne Coyne. I approached Wayne in an overexcited “fangirl” way. He was so compassionate and kind, letting me babble on and on about how much his music had influenced me and been such a positive force in my relationship with Ian, whom I shared an overwhelming passion for their music. With my signature red heart sunglasses and an ear-to-ear smile, I was all-consumed by Wayne's radiating L-O-V-E: Laughter and Obsession with Vibrational Expression (Thanks Jason -wink, wink). We documented the moment with a photo that Jason snapped, I gifted Wayne my heart sunglasses, and I left as giddy as a kid in a candy store.


MARCH 27, 2006

Bimbos is such an intimate venue, with lush red velvet decor and curtains and table seating that creates a unique vibe for seeing a quality concert. I have seen some of my favorite bands there including Blonde Redhead and The Flaming Lips. When Noisepop announced that The Flaming Lips were going to be headlining the closing show, along with Stardeath and White Dwarfs, for their SF festival in 2006, I knew we had to go. But the show quickly sold out and the remaining guest list was only open to festival badge holders. I wasn’t working with NP at the time so I couldn’t request a guest pass. Fortunately, I scored one badge from Harlow at SFStation to the show because he knew I was a Lips super-fan and totally hooked me up. But this meant that my boyfriend Ian couldn’t go with me which was a major bummer. I rolled solo, enjoying the show, as I chatted with colleagues and made new friends. I managed to swig down three red bull vodkas and couple glasses of champagne. I was on a mission to mellow my nerves enough to try to get backstage and ask Wayne for his autograph. I had brought the photo of me and Wayne to see if I could possibly get him to sign it; a hopeful souvenir I could bring back to Ian as a consolation for him missing the show. I tried to sweet talk the bouncer to let me back there, making up a story that I was worked for SFStation and would be covering the show. Apparently, I needed a press badge for this. I tried to convince the patient bouncer that my pass had gotten mixed up at the door, which I thought was totally believable. But this didn’t work, probably because I was slurring my words. I tried again. And failed. After the third time, I was threatened to be escorted out of there, so I figured I had better give up and make a different game plan before I made a poor lasting impression and got my generous gift-giving colleague in trouble. I continued to drink some more champagne and watched the rest of the show, as I brainstormed a Plan B. Boom - I will approach him after the show when he leaves the venue. I stood outside on the curb handing out flyers for Coachella to people as they exited the concert, engaging in small talk and discussing the lineup with fans. After the venue cleared out, I remained on the sidewalk with Bimbo’s bartenders and avid fans, awaiting the load out of the band. It started to rain. Every single person left besides me. It started raining harder. I stood under the awning, pondering what the hell I was doing. At least a half hour passes as I sat on the curb getting mildly soaked, writing a letter to Wayne on the back of my company postcards. I tried to explain in as few words as possible, how much his music had continued to have a positive impact on my relationship and my life. When I felt I had truthfully conveyed my point, I took the five postcards, the photo of me and Wayne, and my heart sunglasses and I stuck them under the windshield wiper of their equipment truck. All of a sudden the door slammed. I ran to the back of the truck and asked the roadie if he knew Wayne. Of course he did. "Would you mind giving him something for me?” “No. I can’t do that. Sorry girl.” “Oh ok. Thanks anyway. Have a really nice night. Great show,” I said as I walked away deflated. “Wait. What is it?” He called. “Oh its just a picture of us and some sunglasses. Nothing special.” "Well, I can try. I mean, I can’t promise anything. But I can try.” “Oh thank you thank you thank you!” I cooed as I threw my arms around his brawny torso. I handed him the pile of soggy stuff and ran back to my car. Fortunately, I had sobered up enough to drive home, smiling and satisfied.

The following day, I stayed in bed. I was pretty damn hung over. And the next day I stayed in bed too. I called in to my office: WFB (Working From Bed). I could do this. I was the boss. We were embarking on expanding our promotion company online and into social media, so I could work remotely from the comfort of my comforter, building up our Myspace page. It was a total bitch sitting there for two days straight, clicking one by one to request new friends. Fortunately, I had a good soundtrack to keep me from killing myself: my Flaming Lips playlist. That Tuesday evening, I got a call from Jason. “Dude, The Flaming Lips are showing their new film at the Roxie tonight and doing a Q&A.” “What? When?” “Now. It already started.” “Are you going?” “I just got here.” “Well thanks for telling me earlier.” “Sorry babe. I just stepped out to call you. You can’t miss this. They should have tickets at the door still. It’s something special.” “On my way. Love you bye!”

I raced around my house in the Castro trying to find my keys and ID. “Babe, I am running out for a bit.” I called to Ian. “Where are you going?” he asked. I didn’t want to get into a longwinded explanation, since time was clearly of the essence. “Uh, I am going to meet Jason. I will be back soon.” “Don’t forget I have to DJ tonight at 26 Mix. You gotta watch the baby. I gotta leave by 9:30, so don’t be late.” As I ran out the door, I spontaneously swooped up my limited edition 7” inch vinyl from the bookshelf, hoping I could finally get something signed for Ian. It was pouring outside, so I tucked the records inside my raincoat, as I ran as fast as I could through the city streets down to the Mission. I got there within 25 minutes of jumping off my call with Jason. The doors were locked. Sign on the box office window: “SOLD OUT”. I saw a staffer step out of the theater. I started banging on the window. She shook her head. I banged some more. (Yes, I am very persistent.) She popped the bar off the glass door and stuck her head outside. “Can you see, the show is sold out.” “Can you please let me in?" “The film has already started.” “I know. I know. Look, I really need to get in to see this. It’s really important.” Tears were welling in my eyes. “Ok. Fine. Just be quiet entering the theater. There are a couple seats still in the back.” I threw my arms around her as she winced away. “Thank you. Thank you!”

I quietly scooted into a seat on the right side of the theatre in the second to last row. Everyone was silent, intently watching the film, besides some dudes that were sitting behind me, making a racket commenting on every aspect of the film. I turned around to tell them to shut up, and realized it was Wayne and another band member conversing about their memories, opinions, and history. Change of tune, I was thrilled to eavesdrop on this conversation and catch whispered insider tidbits. What a treat! After the film was over, they did a Q&A. I sat there racking my mind about something interesting to ask, and just couldn’t think of anything that seemed worthy of asking. When it had wrapped, I stood up and began exiting the theater. I heard someone call my name. It was Jason. “Dude, wasn’t that incredible?” “Yes, It was so cool. And Wayne was behind me the whole time talking about the movie. I almost yelled at him to shut up.” I laughed. “Well, do you want to go say hi?” “I don’t want to bother him,” I said. “Dude, get those records signed.” He pointed down at my hand. “Isn’t that why you brought them?” “Are you sure he won’t mind?” “Come on, girl.” We sauntered down the steps, and waited our turn, as people were chatting it up with Wayne, and he wittily commented back in his super friendly manner. I was enjoying the casual spectacle of it all. Wayne was so down to earth, kind, and approachable. It made me admire him even more. Jason interjected: “Hey Wayne, good to see you, man. Would you mind signing my friend’s records.” “Sure thing. How did you guys like the film?” “Oh man, it was so good…” Jason started to delve into his favorite parts of the film. I admired how comfortable and cool he was in this situation. “Aw, that is so good to hear. Yeah, we really enjoyed it. Fun to see how much has happened over the years. Life is good.” Wayne said. “And to whom should I write this to?” He asked. “My name is Brittany. Thank you.” “Ok, Brittany. Sure thing.” He got out a black sharpy, and started drawing a happy face sun. “You know. This IS the girl with the heart sunglasses.” Jason said wryly. “You are the girl with the heart sunglasses?” Wayne looked at me with a smirk. “She is.” Jason proclaimed. “Yes, I am. I, uh, look a little different, because I wasn’t expecting to go out…and I got caught in the rain...” I fumbled, smiling awkwardly.

Wayne smiled, as he unbuttoned his blazer and reached into his inner coat pocket. He pulled out a folded up piece of paper, and began opening it up. He stared at it and looked up at me. “Ah…and yes, you are.” There in his hand was the photo of me and Wayne that I had given the roadie two nights before. I grinned from ear-to-ear. “So you guys wanna go get a drink? We are gonna head over to this quiet little bar that I love near North Beach.” I couldn’t believe Wayne was asking us to join him to hang out. AWESOME. Too bad I had to decline. A promise was a promise, and I had to go back and watch Ian’s daughter so he could go DJ. It was a total bummer, but I was still walking on clouds, awestruck by the synchronicity of it all. And I finally got something signed for my love.


October 18, 2009 Since its inception, my company has handled the street marketing for Treasure Island Music Festival. It is my favorite Bay Area music festival, and for good reason. For one, it always fall on my birthday weekend, which is in October, and the weather is always perfect. Also, it’s on an island, which means you get epic bay views and the San Francisco skyline is breathtaking, especially at sunset. There is a ferris wheel, and I swear it was the first festival to have one that I remember, but maybe I have just smoked too many splits and that is total BS. Either way, the ferris wheel is an even more epic way to check out the view, of both the city and the festival (plus its a great place to get some quick partying in between bands). Its a boutique festival. That means it’s small. Bigger is not always better. Two stages, that never have bands playing at the same time, means that you actually get to see all of the bands play their entire sets. (This was also the case with the All Tomorrow’s Parties festival in 2004 that I spoke of earlier.) It just works. Seeing The Lips set which spanned the transition from day to dusk and beyond, was pure magic. I was surrounded by friends and friendly faces, and celebrating my birthday in the best possible setting imaginable. The show seamlessly evolved from a melodic and meandering psychedelic rock show to a straight up raging rave! Confetti canons, fog machines, bull horns, sirens, mobs of humans dressed up like warm fuzzy dancing animals on stage. And of course, Wayne coming out and walking on the crowd in his giant clear plastic bubble. I mean, talk about appealing to the kid in you, it was like you fell into a giant box of Lucky Charms. Happy Birthday To Meeeeeeee!


June 15, 2011 It was Memorial Day Weekend and I was out at an underground party passing out nightclub flyers, when my phone flashed with a message. U READY FOR THIS? It was a text from Jason. FOR WHAT? I sent back DID U NOT SEE THE PIC I JUST SENT U??? SHIT. SRY. MMS IS OFF TO SAVE JUICE. ONE SEC. I changed the settings in my phone. It was a photo of a ticket to see The Flaming Lips perform Dark Side Of The Moon at Hollywood Forever Cemetery in Los Angeles. WTF?!?! ARE YOU SERIOUS??? My heart was pounding out of my chest. LOVE YOU GIRL. BETTER GET YOUR FLIGHT! OMG - I LOVE YOU! XOXOX

I flew into LAX and Jason swooped me up in rush hour. (That’s what best friends do.) We headed straight to Hollywood and stopped at a gourmet deli to pick up some champagne, beer, and snacks and double parked at the dispensary to run in quickly and grab some weed. "You’ve got paper’s right?" I asked Jason. “Seriously?” “Dumb question. Want me to start rolling?” “Please.” He tossed me the orange Zig-Zags. “So are you so excited for this? The Flaming Lips and Dark Side of the Moon. You’re two favorite things!” “I am beyond excited! I have been so excited since you sent me that photo. I can’t believe this. And in a cemetery? This is going to be insane!” “Completely insane. We need to go now so we can get a good spot on the lawn. Isn’t it weird to think we are going to be partying around dead people?” “Yes, it is creepy. And of course you would say that. I love you! We are going to have the best night!”

After circling for at least an hour for parking, we finally found a half of a parking spot, and prayed to the parking gods that we wouldn’t get towed. The sun was setting and I felt electric as we walked with the crowd through the grave yard. It was eerily beautiful and you could tell that everyone was on pins and needles, excited to be a part of this mystical and monumental event. We sparked up a jay and sat on the grass in anticipation of the Dark Side of the Moon. Two moons in tandem, one on screen and one in the sky, rose simultaneously. The magic had begun. Jason, who is always intent on seeing a show from a less than common place, left me to go on a mission to find a friend that could potentially get us, or at least him, backstage. Feeling slightly irritated, I guzzled champagne while smoking the roach, wondering why we couldn’t just enjoy the show from the crowd. I mean hell, it was Dark Side of the Moon- we needed to see the visuals! Minutes later, after I had already escaped my momentary funk, Jason bounced back into view waiving his hard that was gleaming with an artist band. Lucky him, he can go back stage. “I found my friend.” “I see that.” “He only had one wristband though.” (Big surprise, I thought.) “But, let’s walk over there to the VIP entrance and see what we can work out.” “Seriously? Come on Jay, I don’t feel like haggling to get back there and this show is completely epic from right here.” “Girl, I am going to get you onto that stage! It’s The Flaming Lips performing Dark Side of The Moon. You NEED to be up there!” “Ok, fine. We can go over there and try. But I don’t want to miss any of the show, so let’s get this over with and come back and enjoy this bottle.” “I am getting you up there, if it’s the last thing I do.” “Well, if it is the last thing you do, than at least you are already in a cemetery, so we won’t have to move your body far.” “Oh that’s my girl. Haha. Funny. Let’s go.” We weaved our way through the picnic blankets and dancing crowd, the concert now well under way. As we approached the guard, Jason looked at me and winked “Showtime!” I took a deep breath, “Oh Lord, here we go again.” Jason walked briskly up to the man and held up his wrist. The man nodded. I stayed close to him and vaguely held up my wrist too, making sure that my long-sleeved vintage Dark Side of the Moon shirt was covering my not-so-special bracelet. “Wait. Let me see your band.” The guard said. I pulled up my sleeve and acted shocked to see that my sparkly VIP bracelet had mysteriously disappeared. “Wrong band. You can’t enter.” The guard said. “Crap. What happened to my bracelet?” I feigned panic. “You must have lost it when we were dancing,” Jason played along. “Well you better go find it,” the guard said. “Cuz you ain’t gettin’ back here without it.” He said unimpressed. “Ok. Let’s go look.” We walked back into the crowd. I pulled out a joint and started dancing. “Dude we need to go back up there.” “Jay, seriously, I can’t deal. I don’t have the energy and I am too stoned and that guy is making me paranoid.” “The rent-a-cop?” “Uggggg, what do you want from me? Do I really-“ Before I could finish Jason was pulling me back towards The Dude. Jason approached the guard. “Look man, she really needs to get back there. She is Wayne's publicist and needs to be backstage talking to the press." I nonchalantly pulled out my cell phone and acted like I was taking care of some business and could care less about this commotion we were making. “Well she needs to call him then. Or have him come down here and get her in.” “Um, hello.” Jason said in his quintessentially sarcastic tone. “He is up there. Play-ing. He’s the lead singer. He can’t exactly take five to come down here and talk to you.” The guard looked at Jason with utter exasperation. “Just go in.” He said under his breath. Jason squeezed my hand, as we both casually nodded and walked through the gate. Jason put his arm over my shoulder and leaned in and whispered “Told you, girl,” as he pulled me on stage. Looking out over the crowd, into that deep sea of hopeful smiling faces, I could physically feel the pure energy of love emanating towards the stage. My heart swelled with gratitude for everything. Thank you, Jason. At that moment, the bells tolled and the band broke into my favorite song in the history of all songs created on this planet: Time. Tears shot out of my eyes, as I stood feet away from Wayne surrounded by Dorothys and Scarecrows. I thought of all of the strange coincidences that had led me to this exact moment in time: From my music-inspired relationship with Ian to my new relationship with Worthy who was a music producer. The love that led to heartbreaks that turned around and led to new love again. The fifteen years I had had my company and promoted all of the shows and festivals that had given way to amazing memories like this one we were all here creating. And then images of Dorothy and friends meandering down the yellow brick road came over the screen as the band was paying homage to the album’s connection with the Wizard of Oz, which dawned on me that this too was another strange synchronicity since my company was called Yellow Brick Road (YBR Promotions). We chose this name, since we wanted our company to be the path that led to people finding out about awesome shows. And it was that road I had created, with numerous friends and support of people in the industry, filled with faith in the unknown and hopefulness in the future, and sheer love of music, that had led me to this precise moment where I was watching my favorite band The Flaming Lips perform Dark Side of The Moon. I mean the whole thing was dripping with personal significance and everything felt clearly in it’s right place. Trust in the universe. Trust in humanity. Trust in my friends. Trust in myself. And love everyone and everything along the way. Wayne, I got the memo.


The Warfield, San Francisco DECEMBER 30, 2014 Last New Years I couldn’t go out on New Years Eve. Or maybe I didn’t want to. I had a new baby, Luna. My only trusted babysitter, my mom, was unavailable to watch her. I decided I would stay home and ring in the new year in a different way, snuggling with my baby. I had been to a million parties and done the countdown dozens of times in over-the-top celebrations in downtown living the fabulous life. This year, I was open to something different. My fiancé, Worthy, would be DJing at Sea of Dreams in the city, which was the same New Years party we had been at the three previous years since we first got together in December of 2011. I was a bit nostalgic looking back at those years, laughing about the one where I was pissed that I was sick and queasy the whole party because I wasn’t yet aware that I was pregnant. But Worthy would be flying off to another state to play a New Years day party directly after the show this year, so it just made sense that I should stay home with our love child. br/> But, the end of the year, was not without it’s celebration. Goldenvoice gave me two tickets to go see The Flaming Lips on December 30th at The Warfield. Worthy was preparing for his New Year’s sets, so I asked my brother JP to be my date. I was so excited to take him to his first Flaming Lips show. I couldn’t quite wrap my mind around the fact that it had taken me this long to take him to one. The timing was right. JP had been my Superman support system when I was pregnant and also after Worthy and I had our child, stepping in to play the dad role when Worthy was on the road. He had been my rock, when times were tough, and had smoothed out the path when the road got a little rocky. I was so excited about our special> When we got to the theater, we immediately went over to the merch booth and I bought us some shirts to commemorate the evening. The Flaming Lips with A Little Help From Their Fwends. So apropos, as JP had selflessly been there as my fwend, my brother, and my daughter’s “Drunkle" dedicating so much of his time towards helping my new family get off the ground. I was feeling immensely grateful. This was a small way to share my gratitude.

We took our seats in the special booth we were gifted, and my body filled with the familiar tingles of excitement. Here I was again! Wayne got on the mic and humorously exclaimed that “well you know it’s New Years Eve somewhere, so we are going to celebrate it right now!” It was by far one of the best sets that I had seen the band play. (Maybe I always say that.) But to begin with Abandoned Hospital Ship and have that lead into Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots Pt 1, and then right into The Morning of the Magicians…I couldn’t have asked for them to play a better soundtrack to articulate my current perspective on my life. As they neared the end of the show, I grabbed JP and we ran down to the front of the theater. The vibe was electric. And then, “ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR…” the guitar & bells sung out simultaneously and the sky poured rainbow confetti. Do You Realize? was being sung in surround sound, as everyone called out the words and opened their hearts. I looked over at JP, and there he was with love in his eyes and a smile from ear-to-ear. Ah, I accomplished something here tonight. I passed it on. That feeling I had back in Long Beach ten years ago, the first time I saw the band, and my life was changed forever. Nothing can replace that feeling. After the show, I texted The Warfield manager, Justin Katz, who was one of my first clients back in the day, and he walked us downstairs to the green room. I introduced JP to Wayne, and I sat by while I watched them have a little chat about robots, and space, and the future. There was a cardboard cutout with a fun image on it, where people were writing their resolutions and intentions. I wrote another note to Wayne, telling him I would be getting married at Burning Man this coming summer, and that if he could fit it into his schedule, I would love for him to speak at our wedding.

Well, he must have been really busy, or maybe it was the ridiculous never-ending dust storm our there in Black Rock City this year that prevented him from making the ceremony. But I know he would have been there if he could have. And he was there in spirit, in my heart and in my dreams.

If I could get married again to my husband Worthy, and really do it right, you know…have THE BIG ONE, it would be in The Church of The Flaming Lips, on New Years (which is also when my parents got married in the back of a 1951 Cadillac Fleetwood Special on January 1st, 1978, the car in which I was also conceived). This New Years, The Flaming Lips is performing at The Big One (the party formerly called Sea of Dreams, where I have spent most of my recent New Years Eve’s celebrating) and my husband Worthy is DJing there as well. Random synchronicity? I don’t think so.

DECEMBER 31, 2015

The Big One With the Flaming Lips At Bill Graham Civic Auditorium Info at: