A Letter.

Dear Wayne,
     I am writing to inform you that the countdown is on. I've waited for the day we would be united since my preadolescence; the days when racing for the prize was in it's youth and Yoshimi hadn't even begun her ongoing battle.
     Unknowingly, you have shaped me as an individual and shared in many of my rites of passages, life lessons and intense memories. My first rip off of a water bong while enjoying "A Change at Christmas" when I was a teenager resulted in an extremely realistic and captivating hallucination, complete with lasers, pianos and triangles.
     I spent most of my late teens and early twenties on hallucinogens and immersed in your music, especially in Ego Tripping at the Gates of Hell. I was moved to tears on numerous occasions and became a self proclaimed philosophical genius. Simultaneously, I was able to derive something new from the album with every listen as well as appreciate the familiar creativity and enlightening lyrics. On one especially profound trip, I recognized the parallels and similar themes between Ego Tripping and Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon- so I intertwined the two albums. Speak to Me, Assassination of The Sun, Breathe, I'm a Fly in a Sunbeam, etc. Needless to say, I was blown the fuck away. (I hold Dark Side of the Moon to the absolute highest regard, so not only comparing but also connecting Ego Tripping to it is the ultimate compliment.)
     I'd be lying if I said I wasn't taken aback by the bizarre behavior of my fellow Flaming Lips fans on the U.F.O.'s at the Zoo Concert DVD. I had no idea your fans were so strange. I'd laughed at it, maybe even judged them a little. But now that my time to see you live is approaching, I can absolutely relate. You choose to emphasize the uniqueness of your music through over the top performances- and your fans choose to channel their anticipation, excitement and imagination into strange costumes. How is it to see your creativity reflected in your audiences?
     So, Wayne. Only three short days stand between us; our destiny is set for this weekend in Sin City. Will I be in costume? Probably not. Will I be under the influence of the aforementioned hallucinogens?... Quite possibly. Will I appreciate every second that I am in your presence? You had better fucking believe it.
         
          A Devoted Fan,
          Amanda Best


P.S.- I forgive you for giving Win Butler shit a few years back. Just don't let it happen again.