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After a dozen-plus years working at Long John Silver's—and more than double that making music, movies, and sundry visual conceptions involving disco balls, balloons, parking lots, and human hamster balls—Flaming Lips leader Wayne Coyne turned 49 in January, effectively rendering the Oklahoma City resident a pop art pirate facing 50.
His psychedelic rock band's latest release, The Flaming Lips and Stardeath and White Dwarfs With Henry Rollins and Peaches Doing the Dark Side of the Moon, serves as a family-style treatment of the Pink Floyd classic released when Coyne was still a pre-teen glomming onto his older brothers' record collections. One recent morning, oft-interrupted by Dazey, a stray yapper adopted into the four-structure compound he shares with his wife, Michelle, Coyne posited and philosophized on both his current mindset and other mile markers along the course of a sonorously singular life and career. Here are some excerpts.Oh, man, when I read obituaries . . . Sometimes you're going through the paper and you just go, "I wonder how old these people are." I often run across people who are just dead for no apparent reason. They were old, and they were only 51. And I'm 49, and so I think, "Wow, I guess if I was in my 20s, I might think being 49 is pretty old." But, you know, once you get there, it doesn't feel like you're at the end of your youth, in a way.
The Flaming Lips play Central Park SummerStage July 26 and Terminal 5 July 27. Both shows are sold out.