Many years ago I requested the Flaming Lips’ Zaireeka for Christmas. That afternoon me and my sister went to work on playing it, as required, simultaneously on four separate stereos.
I guess it was the combination of the content and the volume that made our mom scream like I have never heard her scream before. It was screaming—directionless, frightened screaming, as if she was being attacked but didn’t know from where. After 10 seconds she collected her wits enough to make words, “STOOOOOP IIIIIIIIIIIT,” but before we could do anything, she had bolted out of the house. Honestly, it’s the only time in my whole life I’ve ever seen my mom run. She ran down the driveway. We watched her through a window.
Anyway, I think I’ve found a proper sequel for 2009!
