It's been a while since I've done a shallow "Oui//Non" purely subjective take on what a celebrity looks like. Because I'm shallow and all. No, really.
I met Wayne Coyne of The Flaming Lips while working at Q101 in Chicago in 1994. He and his posse came into the studio to perform on the radio show I was co-producing, "Sound Opinions," hosted by the Sun-Times rock critic Jim DeRogatis and the Chicago Reader's Bill Wyman.
I had my journal with me that night, as I fielded calls from newbie fans who were all into "She Don't Use Jelly," their breakout hit. Specifically, I analyzed every member of the band. Mind you, this is before I actually got to know Wayne way, way later. He had brightly dyed orange hair and I described him in the journal as "Nice, but acts like a total rock star." Not so far from the true, actually, though age has mellowed Coyne into a sweet, attentive, insightful whose quirky charm is totally endearing. I've said it before: He's one of the nicest people I've ever met and he's always gone over and above for my son. That night at Q`101, I also met Steven Drozd, who I wrote in my journal as being "nice and cute," and he still is, and I love the man.
(I'm chiefly doing this entry for my friend Veronica, who is suddenly mad crushing on Wayne.)
Wayne, darling, you have aged spectacularly. I mean, holy shit.
Here's the non Wayne, with the orange hair, circa 1993-19994: Non, Wayne:
Still a catchy tune. The hair, though, Wayne?
Contrast that with present day Wayne Coyne, who is universally absolutely gorgeous.
Oui, Oui Mr. Coyne.