I’m that person you see after a Flaming Lips concert picking confetti off the floor. For me, some tiny pink robots with serrated heads and crepey pieces of volcanic ash are the ultimate souvenirs. The photo shows my haul so far, after four concerts, but I hope to add more soon. Maybe one day I’ll even come home with a piece of one of the letter balloons. One can dream!
My Confetti Colletion
