His new album with the Flaming Lips, The Terror, is a jagged, dyspeptic ramble of hypnotic beats spiked with psychedelic echoes and atonal bleats
He brought a grenade to the airport for some reason?
"By the way you are an ass."
Your fever dream, orchestrated!
His explanation is only 23 minutes.
"He’s a weirdo and he’s nice and he’s crazy and he’s musical and he’s got his own way of doing things.”
Sadly, Blob Fish is not involved.
Wayne filmed this one on his iPhone.
Wayne Coyne nails the almost-menacing Willy Wonka act.
We screamed unexpectedly at the 24-second mark.
Central Park, July 2010. Were you there?
"Customized seats in the bathing pods tub portion, sculpted around [Coyne] and wife while they sat."
Eagle-eyed users of Google Maps Street View spotted the Flaming Lips leader sitting nude in a bathtub on the lawn outside his Oklahoma City home.
Plus: Paris Hilton continues to be misunderstood.
We've not seen Win Butler this upset since he stole that dude's basketball.
He doesn't like them.
The Flaming Lips singer might serve you cigarettes.
Plus: Wayne Coyne feels bad for Steven Spielberg.
'Yeah, my house is basically Salvador Dalí meets 'Sanford & Son.''
The New York 'Times' visits Coyne's house. And it's just a boring old house.
A vagina-headed marching band? Check!
Plus: Shamefully, 'Meet Dave' director Brian Robbins has never seen 'Small Wonder.'
Plus: Wayne Coyne on the gaping orifices in his new movie, and M. Night Shyamalan makes no sense.