08 July 2014

Wayne Coyne Is Dead To Me

Well, that's it. It's over. Done. There's no saving it.

Like most music journalists, I just viewed the Miley Cyrus and Wayne Coyne (it's not a Flaming Lips collaboration, you and I know it) video collaboration "Blonde SuperFreak Steals The Magic Brain." Apparently I'm supposed to be impressed with a constant loop of the string section from The Flaming Lips' "All You Need Is Love" cover along with Miley Cyrus screaming "fuck!" while a naked lady runs around with aliens. Now don't get me wrong, I'm always down for a little avant garde performance art. But, not when it's the most forced and pretentious thing I've seen in quite a while. Here's the bottom line: Miley Cyrus makes pathetic cliched pop music, and so far she's never proved herself as anything else than a hyper-managed pop star who's every move is precisely planned out. The Flaming Lips are the one of, if not, the most innovative rock band of the last several decades. They deliberately messed with the rules, both musically and on stage. Whether you're talking about the pure genius of the Zaireeka concept, the practically unknown magician that is Ronald Jones, or the paralyzingly depressing The Terror, it's very easy to see why I don't consider Miley Cyrus and The Flaming Lips to be in the same realm of musicians. But, however, Wayne Coyne and Miley Cyrus are slowly becoming the same types of people. Bullshitty, fake, pop stars. Wayne Coyne is no longer the mystical magician of a frontman he once appeared to be. He is now the man known for kicking out longtime Flaming Lips drummer Kliph Scurlock because he spoke his mind, and smoking weed with Miley Cyrus. Why? Well, that's a great question that I don't know the answer to. But here's what I do know. Wayne Coyne is dead to me. As a dedicated fan for years of The Flaming Lips, it really hurts to see him make the change from frontman to fake celebrity and still pretend that the music he once helped create has any sort of value other than furthering The Flaming Lips live agenda. In a way, I'm almost relieved that they've taken almost all songs from The Terror off the setlist. Because those songs are so emotionally powerful for me personally, I just don't think they should even bother with it. Their live set is nothing more than a party that Wayne orchestrates now. And he knows it. Some people might be ok with this, and that's fine. Their shows are meant to be enjoyed, so I can't say that people should stop going if they're looking for a good time. But I can't support Wayne Coyne's BS anymore. And this god awful, overblown, pretentious LSD trip with Miley Cyrus is the nail in the coffin. Thanks for all the good things you've given us Wayne, but I hate what you stand for now. If the Flaming Lips is all about love, as you insist, prove it to me.

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