I got as far as "..the sound of Syd Barret sharing his last tab of acid.." then almost headbutted the keyboard and stopped reading. Boring.
ive been waiting my whole life for some hairy little folk turd to come along with a whimisical take on what it means to be free, i really have
harsh but fair
the fact I wasted a nauseous hour on the bjm message board agape as obsessive dullards discussed the finer points of anton newcombe's personality in 2000 word posts may have something to do with me taking against the writer of this article. I'm hairy and folky myself but definitely do not romantiscise Syd Barret's last trip before hiking back to his mother's house, staying in and getting fat for the next 30/40 years then dying miserably.
lost, it was all abit pathetic wasn't it. there isn't anything to romanticise in that. just to be weary of, warning of. its little short of pathetic.
said pathetic twice, but it is, really pathetic. pathetic.
i should probably say i realise, that i am a big syd barret fan, even of his attempted solo stuff. i loved the early floyd things with syd structuring the sound.
me too. I like a lot of his solo stuff too. some classic stuff there. a girl I know covers a couple of the songs from "madcap laughs" and really makes them come to life. and the further away floyd got from barrett the more it seems they deteriorated. although I love the "wish you were here". perfect do-nothing-bathtime music especially with -for me - the first joint at the end of a noth0long break from spliffage. and that goes for the barrett stuff to. enjoy when enjoying the drugs..
shit. I can'tr write what I want to write. too much cointreau
it does get mighty lonely here at night
paul.sanders stopped stalking about "Young Husband" or whatever