Sometimes warm and soothing, sometimes bitter and cool, this is my small place to sift through the grounds. Inside this blog, I'll discuss my thoughts on odd stories, big stories, and perhaps a little bit about me and my aspirations. Writers, baseball fans, beer lovers, musicians, and opinionated fools like myself, welcome.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Chapter 47.2: Diamond Syd
Sad news. Syd is dead. Syd Barrett, one of the founders of Pink Floyd, passed away last week. Though I can't say I listen to them much anymore, I've been a Floyd fan since I was a kid and have nostalgic memories of sitting on my front yard listening to Umma Gumma on my Walkman on a summer night, grooving with a Pict.
Of course, as a lover of elephants, I'm both pleased and horrified by the bouncy Effervescing Elephant tune -- horrified because the sage pachyderm dies at the end. And as I walked home yesterday, I hummed See Emily Play.
She's often inclined to borrow somebody's dreams till tomorrow.
Syd, you're in our dreams and prayers now. Borrow what you need.
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