Favorite Flaming Lips Item: We have a life-size, rubber, naked, dead body that we use quite a bit. You really can’t find these anymore. His guts and chest are all open, so you can fill it with spaghetti and blood or whatever you want.

Uniform for Shows: The thing that I have settled on now is a gray suit from Zara, with a white shirt, no tie. I’m not proud of this, but I can probably wear the same suit for three weeks, and they look great and don’t smell that bad. I don’t know why they don’t just fall apart from sheer stench, but they don’t.

Preferred Pastime: I would say my hobby is probably getting drunk.

Lost in Space: My wife, Michelle, makes such an effort to make this house reflect our character. I’d live anywhere. But to be surrounded by this beauty is wonderful. It’s air-conditioned, the bed is made and I’m not always even aware of it. That is the thing about the way I live: I have a lot of people helping me do it. If they disappeared, I’d be in trouble. I don’t even know why my cellphone works. Someone pays the bills.

Favorite Trait: My hair.

Desert-Island Music: Miles Davis’s “Bitches Brew,” “Sketches of Spain” and a live record of his. I’d also pick a brand-new record by Bjork that I have yet to digest so I have years and years to know it. Then I’d take the White Album by the Beatles, something long.

Mistaken for at Festivals: Right now, it would have to be Britney Spears’s current boyfriend. He’s white, he has hair, he has stubble. You could probably Google “Britney Spears’s boyfriends” and get more photos of me than of him.