The Flaming Lips

Sloss Fest 2016

First and foremost, I'd like to thank the home-extraordinaire Jake Ingalls for going above and beyond & making this opportunity happen for me. Hopefully my pictures justify everything. Love ya bud, you're the best. Secondly, I wanted to show off more of the photos I'd taken from Sloss Fest without annoying every single one of my followers with post-after-post about this weekend. So I figured I'd do a blog thing, and annoy everybody in this format instead. Cheers!

JR JR

JR JR

Dr. Dog

Dr. Dog

Dr. Dog

Dr. Dog

Dr. Dog

Dr. Dog - Eric Slick spyin' on me

Dr. Dog bringin' the flood

Jake and I get wet together all the time, so this isn't anything new to us.

trying to dry up & fuel up in the Flips trailer

Matt thinks these snacks are for him. Dummy.

Jack and Katie gettin' everybody to rock the Bright Light Social Hour hat

here's Jake rockin said hat

Matt cheesin' super hard

FUCK YEAH SLOSS FEST

Flaming Lips

Flaming Lips

Wayne launchin a ton of confetti into the crowd

the crowd, the confetti, the balloons. 

FUCK YEAH SLOSS FEST

FUCK YEAH FLAMING LIPS

Flaming Lips

Flaming Lips

Wayne riding Chewbacca

lil homeboy Jake singin it

Jake

Flaming Lips

Derek and Steven singin it

my GIF brother Nick slammin while Wayne bangs a gong

Flaming Lips

behind the rainbow, Wayne pointing at me

Jake loves his floor synth

Flaming Lips

Wayne

the ball about to go

way out there

closing out the show by changing LOVE

Big Red backstage havin a good time

Jake feelin' real sassy after that perfect set. Now to the Syndicate Lounge for the Brother Griin after party DJ set!!!

Duckworth being Griin

Nick feelin' the song

Brothers Griin killin' it

Brothers Griin did a DJ set from 12am-4:30 am. Now to the hotel for the after-after party

party in the hotel room until almost 7am. Got to enjoy the sunrise with these goons

Jack taking a selfie of him and Big Red WITH HIS FOOT!!

probably pretty hard to tell how drunk we all are...

6:45am comes around, time to go to bed finally.

then came the stinky, farty, Taylor Swift filled 4 hour van ride back to Memphis. See you in 2 weeks, Chicago.