holy shit: the night I danced with the flaming lips

I could not more accurately describe this post than that headline right there. Holy. Shit. I. Danced. With. The. Flaming. Lips. 


It all started several months ago over some beer biscuits at Barbec's  while I was perusing the Dallas Observer and found an ad for a $10 ticket to Flaming Lips, St. Vincent and Clap Your Hands and Say Yeah show. Can you believe the price? That is something my dad would have paid back in the day. Any how, I obviously purchased and forgot about the tickets over the past few months.
I was lucky enough to have my father, my longest concert partner in crime, Melody and Chris along with me for the ride. It started off right after work with a few of Chris' famous (for all the right reasons) margaritas in his amazing loft downtown and eventually ended at my very first concert venue, where I saw No Doubt, Lit and The Black Eye Peas and the very next day Red Hot Chili Peppers and Foo Fighters.

the stage from our measly lawn view.

Without a care in the world and one giant ass Dos Equis in hand we sat back on the grass and watch the opening acts as the hot Texas sun dipped below the venue walls. During Fitz and The Tantrums (whom I was less than impressed with and wish had traded spots with Clap Your Hands and Say Yeah) Miss Melody and I stepped away for a RR break and was abruptly stopped by a very spritely long haired young man asking us to "Dance with The Flaming Lips", to which we instantly asked "WHAT?!".
He so kindly responded with the following details "Just take this pass and show up at 9:15 back stage and we will give you your costumes."

dancer. the first and only time i will officially be called that. 

YES COSTUMES. Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz to be exact.

Dororthy Costumes sans the red shoes.

As we  clasped our passes in our hands Melody looked over to me and asked "Are we going to do it?" To which I replied " OF COURSE!!!!" I am way too much of a ham and music lover to turn down such an epic story and opportunity to watch Wayne Coyne's insane performance from just mere feet away.
So after returning to my father and Chris to share our joyous news I began to FREAK THE SHIT OUT.

Us holding n our excitement 

Promptly before 9:00 I whisked Melody off back stage to haunt what was now rightfully ours. Low and behold after stumbling around back stage I found the most perfect view of her, my dear Annie Clark, performing. I nearly died right there.

Pre- perfect view.

Killing me softly- back stage view. 

As we continued on our journey we came across the tour buses and WAYNE COYNE.

Look at that. Perfection.

At long last it was time to gather in the dressing room and prepare for the show.

Mentally preparing.

Before we knew it, it was go time. We were being shuffled on stage and watching Wayne Coyne step into his inflatable ball before the HUGE crowd. Now, I am no good with math but there had to be at least a thousand people there (keep that in mind). Soon after Wayne rolled on stage we (munchkin land) was asked to rush the stage.

GO TIME.

I assumed my position, right of the keyboards, and began to dance my ass (and what I later realized was my thighs) off.  After that it was honestly a blur.

Confetti. Balloons. Confetti. Balloons. Lasers. People. Fog. Confetti. 


After an hour + of dancing along side one of the most insane stage performances it was time to meet (or re-meet in our case) Wayne and co. To sum it up he signed coffee filters for us munchkins and argued with me over the spelling of my name, which resulted in him calling me weird. YES FOLKS, WAYNE COYNE said I was weird.  This coming from a man wearing caviar nail polish. I can die happy.

Soon to be signed coffee filters.

Wayne Coyne's hands post caviar paint. Called that shit a mile away. 

The following days were spent with me in bed with body aches and a car crash worthy neck pain, one that will always be attributed to one of my most favorite nights ever.