
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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