The Great Gig In The Sky

During my late high school days I fully discovered a band that would help shape my musical tastes for years to come. Sure I knew many Pink Floyd songs but just those ones that every radio station plays all of the time. I am talking about the early tracks. The tracks that were highly experimental and psychelic and keyboard heavy.

The man vital in creating a lot of that music has died today. In a time when keyboards were first being discovered as an integral sound in rock, Richard Wright pushed the envelope of sound and help develop methods and processes that would create a genre of music that has been called progressive or art rock. I call it lovely.

Wright was a founding member of one of the most underrated and most influencial bands the world has ever known. I discovered today that after a short battle with cancer, Mr. Wright is gone and was a young man of only 65. There will be no more ethereal, atmospheric music which was the backbone of the Pink Floyd sound. No more exquisite melodies that solidified the Pink Floyd blueprint. No more beautiful harmonies that spin their way through the Pink Floyd tracks. No more Pink Floyd. No more Richard Wright. No more.

Rick Wright will be missed. Rock and roll can never be the same without a man of his enormous talent.

Here is an amazingly beautiful solo song by Wright accompanied by his long time friend and bandmate David Gilmour called “Breakthrough“:

This song called “The Great Gig In The Sky” is one of the songs most attributed to Rick Wright during all his years with the Floyd. It seems quite appropriate to be played today.

To paraphrase a lyric, I guess I am at that age where it is time to trade my heroes for ghosts…

Melancholy Monday: Jugband Blues

I think a majority of you will loathe this song. That in itself is reason for a bit of a blah day. This old track entitled “Jugband Blues” by Pink Floyd closes their second record and was the final track made with band founder Syd Barrett. I am sure that some of you know the story of Barrett and how he was a brilliant song writer and musician during the peak of British psychedelia. How, due to being almost constantly tripping on acid, spiraled into oblivion and the safety of his mum’s basement.

I find this track to be whimsical and the cacophony of brass being played by a Salvation Army Band to be brilliantly clever. The lyrics, however, are what make me feel a bit down. The way that Syd sings them makes them dark. There is a feeling of loneliness and a bit of hollowness in it all. Give it a listen and read along:

“Jugband Blues”

It’s awfully considerate of you to think of me here
And I’m much obliged to you for making it clear
That I’m not here.

And I never knew we could be so thick
And I never knew we could be so blue
And I’m grateful that you threw away my old shoes
And brought me here instead dressed in red
And I’m wondering who could be writing this song.

I don’t care if the sun don’t shine
And I don’t care if nothing is mine
And I don’t care if I’m nervous with you
I’ll do my loving in the winter.

And the sea isn’t green
And I love the Queen
And what exactly is a dream
And what exactly is a joke.