An american is drinking in an irish pub and talking very loudly and obnoxiously to his friends. A regular sitting at the bar next to him says “lousy drunken americans” and the american turns to him and says “Excuse me, we prefer to be called “Native Americans”

I’m pretty proud of the punny title, but it means I have to make a point with it.

I don’t think Wayne Coyne can release an album of music that can be played with four people anymore. Pre-Recorded tracks aside, You cannot recreate what The Flaming Lips do on album live with four people playing instruments. […]