Video of the Week - Pink Floyd

Pink Floyd Reunited- Wish You Were Here

I chose this video for the video of the week not only for it's historical value but for it's sentimental value. Pink Floyd is one of my favorite bands...it is perhaps another reason there is a tic in my mind's eye. I like them for their musical genius and for the introspective lyrics that they gave to the world even as bad hair bands threatened to take over the musical universe. Even after the "breakup", when Roger Waters left the band, the Floyd maintained their mystique and I've since followed them, even attending their show at the Metrodome in 1992, and owning their "Delicate Sound Of Thunder" VHS. A word about concert videos--never lend them to co-workers...enough said.

This show completed a circle for me. Because not only do I resemble a bleeding-heart liberal regarding causes for the poor (sorry guys)... I'm also a utopian when it comes to the reunions of my favorite bands (images of at least one more Gilmour/Waters Pink Floyd album dancing in little Floydian synapses up and down the right side of my brain).

There is another reason...today I was in a Sam Goody record store when I heard guitar playing from the right side of the store. On a wall was a rack of various guitars and on the floor in front of them was a girl playing a Squire acoustic guitar. She reminded me of my daughter except that she was a woman of color and a bit more hippy-fied than Tina is. My interest was peaked when she played a song I thought I recognized and I asked her if she was just making it up or playing a song. It was a song of course, but as a songwriter I always make that a top ten question. Picking up a Silvertone guitar which was unstrung and out of tune, I listened as she plucked away. She then broke into "Wish You Were Here". I wanted so badly to play the beginning lead part but I felt embarrassed and ill-equipt with the 4 string acoustic I had in hand. It reminded me of my Woodsmen days, before caffeine became my drug of choice, when I played bass for awhile and one "fan" called me Mr. Floyd. That fan of course was influenced by Cannibus Maximus so I probably did sound like Roger Waters to him. On the ride home I thought of what a unique experience that was...and I vowed next time to be ready to play...six strings or not ( after all I have played on less.).

Shine on, all you crazy diamonds.

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