Oh, shit, is right. Because this is some serious-ass screaming. This is some blood-curdling, hair-raising shit. This is the kind of screaming that's so scary, your skin hears it before you do, and when you do hear it . . . well, Michael Ivins, the band's bassist, wakes up thinking that some deranged fan has jimmied his way into the bus and is going at someone with a knife, just hacking away. Miss Saigon, the young woman who sells the band's T-shirts, wakes up thinking that someone is being burned alive. Someone else thinks: an animal. This is the sound a human being makes when his flesh is being torn by a wild beast . . . because, see, it's that kind of screaming. It's the screaming of primal human fear. It's the voice of all human dread. It's the terrible howling song of a man who has feared something all his life and who has now lived to see what he has feared transpire before his eyes, without any ability to stop it. But someone has to stop it--someone from the Flaming Lips has to stop . . . the screaming. . . .So it sounds possible that it could well have been a nightmare. I would imagine the parents would understand if you were to ask them what was up.
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Yes. Being a teen girl.
posted by reductiondesign at 10:04 AM on July 21 [21 favorites]