The Passing of Syd

I am back. Mentally, I am on vacation. I must wish myself a happy birthday, though. It was yesterday (aren't they all) and it rained rather heavily, which was rather cool. I was at a family wedding on Sunday (like anybody cares about my social calender). It was my cousin's daughter, which makes her my cousin as well. It was rather nice. I must say then in my tuxedo, I looked rather dashing. I clean up real nice.

I was thinking of what was bugging me today. I had nothing. I did read that Syd Barrett died though (on Friday). It is pretty sad as he was only 60. For those of you who do not know, Syd Barrett was the founder and guiding mind of Pink Floyd, especially during their trippy 60s genesis. He became a recluse. The rumor was that psychedlic drugs destroyed his mind. That may be true, but he was also diabetic and could have been schizophrenic. Schizophrenia and hallucinogen just do not mix. Besides, there is no law against introversion. That is why John Deacon (bass player for Queen) got out of the music business.

Anyway, Syd was big on early Floyd hits like "See Emily Play" and was the inspiration for the psychedelic incarnation of Spinal Tap. He was long gone from the band for their big push in the 70s. It is said that "Shine On You Crazy Diamond" from "Wish You Were Here" was written about and for him. He did miss the success of "Dark Side of the Moon".

There is your musicology lesson for today. I would suggest ingesting a blotter hit of acid or some shrooms today in honor of a fallen tripping dude, though. It is the only respectful thing to do. Get high and listen to some Floyd and really "see" the music. Either that or drink a fifth of gin, listen to James Blunt and start shooting up the local Denny's. Choice is yours, but enjoy it! Ciao!