I can't get enough of The Flaming Lips. They seem to always produce a smile on my face, though it really isn't that tough to do so nowadays. Happiness has become something of a constant thing here in the desert, even when it's more dry than Mohandas Karamchand's left foot, and hotter than a tiger's temper. Being a member in such a fun band helps a lot too... We make music that doesn't remind me a thing about the writing styles of Wayne Coyne and his fellow mates, but the stuff that falls out of us while being translated somehow into music sure makes my head spin in good directions.

So why The Flaming Lips. Well I was introduced to this photographer Peter Yang today. He's an artist from Texas who tries to stay away from Photoshop, and likes to point his pinhole at cowpokes. That's right, cowpokes. Naturally I was intrigued right away, with my fellow feeling for wanting to be an outlaw/gold miner/sheriff but then I searched through the archives section. I won't try to describe it.

That illustration above is my tribute to some musical idols of mine, as well as a new. Lemme go home and get my Holga...

Thank you Josh Cordner.

Jack

Illustration by: Jack