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Friday, January 31, 2020

Pink Floyd: Pompeii, The Wall, and Syd

For my birthday, my brother got me multiple items, including a tribute album devoted to Pink Floyd The Wall, done by various stoner rock bands, The Wall (Redux).   For the most part the bands did a fairly decent job of reminding me about this album.  The lyrics came back to me despite not having listened to the album or watched the movie in a long time.

I had an earlier blog, “Which One Is Pink?”, but over the years I’ve had occasion to rethink some of what I said and I’d like to revisit this topic. 

Pink Floyd is a band which can be divided into three phases.  Working backwards, the least substantial is the third – New Shit Without Roger - with David Gilmour (guitar & vocals), Rick Wright (keyboards) and Nick Mason (drums) continuing on without Roger Waters (bass & vocals) for three albums, A Momentary Lapse of Reason (1987), The Division Bell (1994), and The Endless River (11/14).  They have much of the musical style of the prior phase without any of the pretension or strong themes which the Waters-era material had.  Fans tend to prefer The Division Bell and often consider A Momentary Lapse of Reason to be a David Gilmour solo album which happens to have Mason and Wright contributing.  I like them both.  I wouldn’t consider them any better than Dark Side of the Moon, Wish You Were Here, or Animals, but as far as I’m concerned they do beat Waters’ self-indulgent critique of the Falklands War, The Final Cut, the last Floyd album with him.  The Endless River, released in November 2014, is half-finished fragments cleaned up a bit and apparently intended as “this is it, this is what we’ve got.”  It belongs with the other two by default rather than quality. 

Before that, you have the Weird Shit and the Classic Shit.  Each is capped off with a movie.

Weird ShitPiper at the Gates of Dawn (8/67), A Saucerful of Secrets (6/68), More (6/69), Ummagumma (11/69), Atom Heart Mother (10/70), Meddle (11/71), and Obscured by Clouds (6/72).  Movie:  Pink Floyd Live at Pompeii.  Rather than separate out Piper as I did before, I’d say that, notwithstanding Syd Barrett’s departure almost immediately after, it still belongs together with the subsequent albums of this period.  We’re talking about psychedelic music: long and complex, material which is best enjoyed under the influence of marijuana, if not LSD or mushrooms, although by now I’ve learned to enjoy it in straight edge format.  My favorite would be the album with the cow on the cover, Atom Heart Mother, which also has the killer duo on the B-side, “Summer ‘68” (Rick Wright) and “Fat Old Sun” (David Gilmour).   Gilmour himself described this period as “weird shit”, and Mason laughed that “the record company had no idea what we were doing.” 

These songs can be seen performed by the band in Pompeii, Italy (right outside Naples and next to the famous Mount Vesuvius) along with clips of the band at Abbey Road Studios working on Dark Side of the Moon.  Starting with a VHS copy in August 1990, I got it on DVD as soon as it came out in that format and watched it several times with my Brazilian ex-GF Leila, with whom I also saw Roger Waters in concert in summer 2000.  The interviews with the band members are also fun to watch, Waters of course being the most arrogant and Gilmour smiling as he denies that the band is still “drug-oriented” (“You can trust us.”)

Classic ShitDark Side of the Moon (3/73), Wish You Were Here (9/75), Animals (1/77), The Wall (11/79), and The Final Cut (3/83).  Movie:  The Wall.    This is the material you’ll hear on the radio.  Arguably much more enjoyable to listen to while high, it’s still well within the tolerance of the straight edge crowd.  Gilmour’s guitar gives it a strong bite and keeps it from drifting too far into a mellow, prog zone.  In fact, relative to the rest of their material I’d say The Wall is pretty much a classic rock album rather than a prog album.

I started watching The Wall in college, including a few movie theater appearances (don’t think I ever saw “Pompeii” in a movie theater).  Oddly, unlike Pompeii, the band itself makes no on-camera appearance, the persona of “Pink” being played by Bob Geldof.  There’s some excellent animation by Gerald Scarfe, who – by the way – ended up marrying Jane Asher, the long-time girlfriend of Paul McCartney.  The other funny thing is that lately Waters has been quite vocal in his condemnation and denunciation of Israel, leading to the obvious suspicion of latent anti-Semitism, so it makes the crossed hammers and Pink-as-Dictator sequences much more intriguing….

Gilmour on Guitar.  I recently picked up a live DVD of the Moody Blues playing Days of Future Passed in its entirety, along with more of their popular songs.  Justin Hayward plays his familiar red Gibson ES-335, but behind him is a classic Marshall stack.   Lo and behold, he has it set on crunch, and has some heavy soloing going on – not what you would expect with a prog band like them.

Likewise, it’s easy to forget that Pink Floyd has some stunning guitar soloing.  The solo in “Atom Heart Mother” and “Fat Old Sun” from Atom Heart Mother, the solos in “Time” and “Money” from Dark Side of the Moon, “Shine On You Crazy Diamond”, both sections, from Wish You Were Here, “Dogs” from Animals, and of course “Comfortably Numb” from The Wall.   His solos are blues-based and highly memorable.  Tune in on this: “of course Mother’s gonna help build the Wall…”

Syd Barrett.   Having pulled Piper back into the fold, I don’t want to devote an entire blog to Syd, so I’d rather do justice to him here.  Before his LSD-fueled meltdown in 1968, Syd was the creative focus of the band – long before Waters stepped up to the plate.  While the Grateful Dead were doing their Acid Tests in California, a similar scene was developing in London, with Syd’s Floyd acting as the house band for the London version of the Acid Tests.  Piper at the Gates of Dawn has two major psychedelic songs, “Astronomy Domine” and “Interstellar Overdrive” and the rest are fairly whimsical, e.g. “Lucifer Sam”, “The Gnome”, and “Bike”. 

In between his own consumption, and “friends” doing him a favor by dosing him with LSD without his knowledge or consent, Syd wound up frying his brain on LSD.  He didn’t go to rehab like Roky Erikson of the Thirteenth Floor Elevators, but he did wind up in seclusion living with his mom.  By that point he was semi-comatose or repeating the same word over and over again, making live performances almost impossible.  Gilmour did help him put out his solo albums, The Madcap Laughs (1/70) and Barrett (11/70) – Opel (10/88) collects all the unreleased material as a compilation - and he made an unannounced studio visit while the band were in the studio recording Wish You Were Here (1975), including their tribute to him, “Shine On You Crazy Diamond”.  Nick Mason, asked in an interview if fans ask about Waters’ absence at their Momentary Lapse of Reason shows (1987-89), replied that they get far more questions about Syd. 

Live.   I saw the Momentary Lapse of Reason Tour at RFK (6/88), followed by Paris (Bercy) (7/89).  Years later I saw Roger Waters solo tour at Nissan Pavilion (7/00) and more recently, Nick Mason’s Saucerful of Secrets at DAR Constitution Hall (4/19).   All shows were highly enjoyable, and Syd’s picture was up on the screen for “Shine On”.   Now I have a nosebleed seat ticket, the cheapest available, for Waters’ upcoming summer tour.  I always say, if you like a band’s music, see them live, and Pink Floyd/David Gilmour/Roger Waters are no exception.   If you haven’t already, do yourself a favor while they’re still around….

Friday, July 14, 2006

Which One Is Pink?

Pink Floyd. "Everybody likes Pink Floyd" (Ken). It took me college to get into them - in high school Rush seemed like the better band for this genre ("progressive rock") - although Rush are more of a Led Zeppelin >>> swords & sorcery >>> alternative (blah) band. (Nothing past Moving Pictures in my collection).

Three phases: SYD, psychedelic, and ROGER (leaving out the 1987- reunion). The band formed in the late 60s amidst the art colleges of London. Syd Barrett (guitar/vocals); Roger Waters (bass/vocals); Rick Wright (keyboard); and Nick Mason (drums).


SYD
(Syd Barrett) is basically Piper at the Gates of Dawn (the first album) - 2/3 whimsical poetry ("Lucifer Sam", "The Gnome" and "Bike") and 1/3 heavy duty psychedelic chaos - "Astronomy Domine" and "Interstellar Overdrive". Syd was the band’s inspiration, its creative genius and primary songwriter. They became the house band for the London Underground, a series of LSD parties modelled after the Acid Tests in California at the time (organized by Ken "One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest" Kesey, and for which the house band was the Grateful Dead). Unfortunately, after being such an important creative talent and muse for the band, Syd overdosed on LSD, fried his brain, and went downhill from there. The band had to replace him with David Gilmour - his own school friend - and to this day, Syd resides in self-imposed seclusion in Cambridge, out of contact not only with the general public, his fans, but also the other band members.


Next phase - psychedelic. The band collectively collaborates with no real leader, and Gilmour easily fills the void left by Barrett. Saucerful of Secrets, Atom Heart Mother, Ummagumma, Relics (with "Careful With That Axe, Eugene" and "Julia Dream"), More (soundtrack), Obscured By Clouds, and finally Meddle, with its 23 minute "Echoes". Long, drawn out epics, lots of keyboards from Wright, off into the stratosphere, but with enough winding blues guitar from Gilmour to keep it interesting and dynamic. As Mason put it, "the record company had NO IDEA what we were doing." This phase is spectacularly illustrated by "Live at Pompeii", a movie which is mandatory viewing for all true Pink Floyd fans. Not some run of the mill concert footage, but the band playing by themselves amidst the ruins of Pompeii, with Mt Vesuvius providing ample special effects. A great bonus are the interviews with Waters, Gilmour and Mason. These are not inarticulate "barbarians" like Pantera or Ozzy Osbourne. Waters' arrogance is worth the price of admission.


ROGER phase. Dark Side of the Moon, Wish You Were Here, Animals, The Wall and The Final Cut. Roger Waters takes over and the band takes off commercially. Psychedelia disappears, replaced by more conventional (and much shorter) songs. Dark Side of the Moon ranked in the Guiness Book of Worlds Records as the album to remain in the top 100 for the longest time. The recent 30th anniversary quad (!!!!) version is a steal at $14 and makes an incredible masterpiece even better. "Shine On You Crazy Diamond" (their tribute to Syd) anchors Wish You Were Here, "Dogs" gives Animals its bite with fantastically cynical lyrics and razor sharp blues guitar from Gilmour, and of course there's THE WALL. Even after OD'ing on the movie in college - seeing it in the theaters whenever it showed and buying it on VHS - I still watch it from time to time (now on DVD). And finally, "Everyone thinks of Pros and Cons as Roger's first solo album, but as far as I'm concerned The Final Cut fills that role." (Gilmour). All this material is far more radio-friendly and accessible, yet for all its commercial viability, it has enough quality, talent and integrity to merit its success. Does high quality = sellout? Listen to this material and decide for yourself.

Postscript 4/8/06. I got David Gilmour's new solo album On An Island and read some very recent interviews with him about the album and about the Live8 reunion. According to Gilmour, Waters and the other two are fine with reforming the band; it's Gilmour who doesn't want to reform the band. He's happy with his current life and working on his solo material. While the mutual antipathy appears to be gone, Gilmour has found a place where he wants to be, and it's not Pink Floyd. Incidentally, the album is very good, and chances are most Floyd fans would enjoy it, but I found it a bit too much on the easy-listening side for me. Gilmour has mellowed out considerably – too much, for my liking.


Postscript 7/11/06. Syd died in Cambridge, without ever having emerged from his self-imposed seclusion for all these years.