I got snookered into taking HRH to “the barn” (which, I’m hoping isn’t the current hip vernacular for “hey, let’s take lots of drugs and shoot guns while our parents think we’re grooming horses and throwing hay at one another”).
I know, I’m such a
So while that 90 minutes of whatever in Sam’s Hell it is they’re doing, I’m heading to Tim Horton’s with my coffee and journal for a coffee, a donut and this ‘Clouds Taste Metallic‘ album by The Flaming Lips.
In 1995 the Lips released this hugely masterful album which continues the noise pop genius of ‘Transmissions‘ but adds a more mature sense of instrumentation, dense arrangements, epic songs that build and take off into space, lyrics about a headache that saves the world, watermelon guns, supernatural delays due to postmen being struck by lightning, animals escaping from the zoo, shooting your boss, so on and so forth.
Just another day at the office for Wayne Coyne.
The same extraordinary madness that infected the best work of Brian Wilson rears its head on the shimmering and melodic ‘Clouds Taste Metallic‘, a masterful collection which completes the Lips’ odyssey into the pop stratosphere. The ‘Pet Sounds‘ comparisons are obvious – two of the highlights are titled ‘This Here Giraffe‘ and ‘Christmas at the Zoo‘ – yet not unfair; like Brian Wilson, ‘ol Wayner has refined his unique vision into something both highly personal and powerfully universal. Similarly, while Coyne’s lyrics remain as acid-damaged and inscrutable as ever, his densely constructed songs convey emotional complexities far beyond the scope of their head-case titles (‘Psychiatric Explorations of the Fetus With Needles‘, ‘Guy Who Got a Headache and Accidentally Saves the World‘); galvanized by equal parts newfound maturity and childlike wonderment, this album is both the Flaming Lips’ most intricate and most irresistible work.
Now consider the context in which I’m listening to it. I’m at the Timmy’s on Main Str. Port Colborne, or “Ground Zero” when it comes to people watching in Ontario’s south coast.
It’s some pretty trippy shit, to be sure.
In fact, the albums opener ‘The Abandoned Hospital Ship‘ could be used as the soundtrack when this moment is featured in the pivotal scene in my future biopic, where I have my ultimate epiphany about life, the universe and my place in it.
I want Christian Slater to play my role in the movie.
Unfortunately, the people watching is not as epic as I had originally assumed it would be. Honestly, I’m the sketchiest person here and likely culprit that parents are now cautiously routing their kids away from.
I can almost foresee the witness statement now:
“You could just tell that there just something off about him. Like the way he ordered his long john served on an actual plate instead of in a bag like everyone else, and then just sat there in the corner with one of those old printing thingees and writing stuff down in one of them paper books.
And he kept cracking the knuckle of his left pinkie finger like the evil villain from a Bond film or something. He was just weird, ya know?”
Welcome to Middle Age, bud.