Wednesday, 12 July, 2006
I’ll never forget the first time I heard “The Piper at the Gates of Dawn.” I was at my girlfriend’s house, and her brother put the record on. (Remember records?) Suddenly, I was aware that everything I thought I understood about music, being still rather musically conservative, immersed almost to the point of a drowning death in my classical training at this point, had been stuffed into a box, shaken, not stirred, into tiny little bits, tossed out onto the floor, and reassembled by a cackling madman. The combination of child-like simplicity and sheer genius was remarkable. At once, I was a Pink Floyd fan, and this album, and many others, accompanied me on more than a few of my own adventures.
Roger Keith “Syd” Barrett, architect of this musical madness, co-founder of Pink Floyd, is dead. Read the rest of this entry »