After six years of touring, drug-fueled parties, and threesomes with Miley Cyrus, Wayne Coyne – the once-beloved frontman of The Flaming Lips who's turned into a lazy, mainstream psychedelic rock cliché – proposed to his girlfriend Katy Weaver in beautiful Hawaii yesterday.
Here's the announcement:
That's sweet. As you probably know, Wayne left his longtime companion Michelle Martin for Katy way back in 2012. At the time, I don't think anyone in his schweddy circle of fwends thought it would result in this. Kudos to Wayne and Katy for proving everyone wrong!
Here's a pic of the ring. There are also some boobs in the background:
Wow. That seems kind of normal and too traditional. I assumed the ring would have contained a vile of Miley Cyrus' urine or something like that.
Anyway, we like to make fun of Wayne Coyne and give him a hard time for devolving from a majestic goofball musician who defied conventional stereotypes and made Oklahoma City proud into your regular creepy old celebrity coke head who surfs for 21-year-olds at Drunken Fry, but who gives a shit about what we think on the Internet. Love is love. We'd like to congratulate him and Katy on the engagement, and wish them the best of luck. Down the road, as they age and get older and move farther and farther away from the limelight, I'm sure they'll need it.
