by Casey Rea
Saw the Flaming Lips last night. A handful of songs, anyway. It was rather not good, so I left. More on that in my column, or maybe here. Or both.
Walked back down the hill, met a friend at the O.P., then swung into Radio Bean and had my head torn off by Nick Cassarino and his guitar brilliance.
And what a fine band he has. I'll be blabbing about them more in the near future.
As for now, I'm a bit hung over. Tonight is the Art Hop. Hurrah!
UPDATE ON FLAMING LIPS:
I decided to give a more in-depth review of the Lips' performance in next Wednesday's Sound Bites column. Be sure to read it, lest you miss my every precious, pithy comment.