when i was growing up, beverly hills 90210 was so cool that i didn’t even attempt to understand it. it was like “saved by the bell” only these kids were having sex and playing with handguns.

so who’s the mystery band that valerie (a.k.a. slutty kelly) booked to play the “peach pit after dark” night club? why it’s none other than the flaming lips. and they’re playing the only song that people can recognize, that isn’t from “yoshimi battles the pink robots.”

“she don’t use jelly” was the first song to ever piss me off. and i had to spend my summer afternoons in my mom’s office break room, listening to steve winwood on the radio. so if your song gets me angrier than that, then you must have majorly screwed up. i could only accept so much “alternative” to my rock music growing up, and these guys crossed that line.

the moment wayne coyne opened his mouth and starting “whining like a girl” (that’s how i used to describe the song) i checked out of 90210. i never once believed that steve sanders would actually dance to this hippie bullshit (how i would have described the song, if i wasn’t afraid to swear). shouldn’t these kids be listening to coolio or something?

by the way, i actually really like the flaming lips, now that i have matured. but the moment “higher love” comes on the radio, i’m filled with a nasueating rage!