Pink Floyd / Syd Barrett

Alxity · 25.11.2006 19:00

Yksi asia tässä on tullut mieleen ja kerronpa sen nyt teillekin. Eipä tällä sinänsä niin väliä ole, mutta kerronpa kuitenkin. Noista Sydin viimeisistä maalauksista puhuttaessa porukka ilmeisesti olettaa, että Syd maalasi ne kärsittyään jo pitkään syövästä. Haimasyöpä on kuitenkin niin äkäinen ja pelottava tauti, ettei Syd välttämättä tiennyt edes puolta vuotta ennen kuolemaansa olevansa sairaana. Keskimääräinen elinajanodote diagnoosista on nimittäin joku puolisen vuotta. Eipä sillä että tällä mitään väliä olisi, mutta kerroinpa kuitenkin. Sääli Sydiä, kauhea tauti.

psykokarkki · 28.11.2006 11:43

tuolta löytyy lista myynnissä olevista sydin kamoista, huonekaluja, maalauksia... jopa jotain kansioita jossa ilmeisesti sydin omaksi ilokseen kirjoittelemaa taidehistorian kirjaa... tuolla on jotain kuviakin. toki löytyy myös sydin tuunaamat kottikärryt, polkupyörät jne.

http://www.liveauctioneers.com/catalog/11121?NL194

sydin piirtämä "piirakkakaavio" kesä- ja talvipäivien seisauksista:

psykokarkki · 29.11.2006 13:49

päivän pakollinen barrett-postaus, tuolla kiertokäynti sydin talossa:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Spda7SEko30

psykokarkki · 30.11.2006 14:46

sydin omaisuudesta maksettiin 120 donaa punnissa:

Item Number / Description / Sale Price In £

667 A Home-Made & Painted Table 440
668 A Modern Painted Kitchen Chair, 88cm 400
669 A Modern 3 Drawer Chest, Blue Stained 420
670 A Painted & Adapted Chest Of 3 Drawers 340
671 A Modern Personalised Sanyo System 550
672 Landscape, Cambridgeshire, Mixed Media 3800
673 Two A4 Spiral Bound Notebooks 1300
674 Home-made Curtains, Children's Fabric 600
675 An Adapted Kitchen Cabinet, Formica Frame 320
676 A Painted Chest Of 5 Drawers 360
677 A Modern Desk Lamp, Painted 900
678 A Home Made Sidetable Or Footstool 480
679 A Home Made Plywood Shelving Unit 190
680 A Home Made Side Table, Plywood Top 480
681 A Home Made Pine Coffee Table 420
682 Artificial Christmas Tree 800
683 A5 Spiral Bound Notebook & A Smaller One 1700
684 A Sharp Micro System 'Rogers Old Hifi' 750
685 A Modern Painted & Modified Chest Of 3 Drawers 240
686 A Modern Painted & Modified Chest Of 5 Drawers 220
687 A Modern Painted & Modified Chest Of 3 Drawers 340
688 Still Life Of Maroon Bowl & Vases 6000
689 A Home Made Lightbox 460
690 Syd's Chair 1100
691 A Modified Pine Bedside Chest Of Drawers 280
692 Syd's Basic Toolkit 650
693 Syd's Bookshelves (held some of his library) 180
694 A Home Made and Painted Cupboard 300
695 A Home Made & Painted Open Fronted Box 180
696 A Home Made Single Bed Frame, Pine 170
697 A Home Made Blanket Box, Pine 170
698 A Pair Of Armchairs, Recovered by Syd 550
699 A Caucasian Wool Kilim Carpet (from living room) 700
700 An A4 Ring Binder Of Notes 1500
701 Two A4 Ring Binders Of Notes 2000
702 An Adapted Kitchen Unit Of 3 Drawers, 74cm 200
703 A Small Modern Rug, Deep Blue 500
704 A Home Made Painted Walking Stick Stand 280
705 A Home Made Painted Open Fronted Cupboard 300
706 A Modern Wheelbarrow, Painted Green By Syd ! 400
707 Garden Bench (from the back garden) 650
708 A Home Made & Stained Garden Table 140
709 A Home Made & Painted Side Table, Hinged Lid 460
710 Pie Chart 5000
711 A Pair Of Stylised Landscapes 6000
712 A Home Made Trinket Box 700
713 Workmate 460
714 Easel 550
715 A Home Made & Painted Letter Rack 480
716 A Home Made & Painted Work Box 600
717 Syd's Artbox Including His Paints 1800
718 Abstract Of The Gog Magog Hills 6000
719 Earth & Sky Watercolour 4200
720 Summer Landscape 6500
721 An Adapted & Stained Side Table 700
722 An Ikea Billy Bookcase (housed Syd's library) 160
723 A Home Made & Painted Table 600
724 Compact Oxford Dictionary with Syd's Cover 900
725 23 Art Reference Books, inc. Signatures & Notes 4000
726 A Home Made & White Painted Wall Cabinet 340
727 A Psychedelic Cushion 1600
728 8 Maps & Travel Books, initialled or signed 1400
729 Rest Of The Library: 14 books, initialled or signed 1700
730 A Painted & Adapted Bedside Unit 200
731 An Adapted & Painted Laminate Chest Of 5 Drawers 440
732 A Pair Of Home Made Speaker Cases 1100
733 A Painted Stool, with paint spatter 4400
734 A Telephone Table Adapted From A Cut Down Chair 420
735 A Junior Sized Classical Guitar 4000
736 Pair Of Home Made & Painted Speaker Cases 700
737 Still Life With Lemons & Green Bottles 9500
738 A Home Made Breadbin 1400
739 Syd's Scrapbook (mostly empty) 480
740 Syd's Primary Scrapbook 2200
741 Still Life Of Dried Flowers 8500
742 Syd's Earlier Bike 5000
743 Syd's 2006 Bike 5500

TOTAL £ 119750

juttu independentissä

psykokarkki · 07.12.2006 11:38

aika hurjia muisteloita sydin naapurilta:

Mail on Sunday - 3rd December 2006

THE GENIUS NEXT DOOR

By David Sore

His screaming could start at any time of night or day but it often
seemed to begin just as I was going to bed. There would be thuds and
crashes from next door as furniture was destroyed and an incessant
howling, more animal-like than human. This could last for two hours
and, as a young child, it terrified me. It was usually just incoherent,
angry shrieking but very occasionally words could be distinguished.
They were always the same: F****** Roger Waters! Im going to f******
kill him.

It wasnt much fun, having Syd Barrett as a neighbour. Of course, I
didnt know who he was at the time. It was only later that I realised
he was a rock legend, one of the founding members of Pink Floyd, who
had numbered Paul McCartney, David Bowie and Pete Townshend among his
fans. Recently, it was revealed Syd, who died in July, left £1.2million
in his will. He was the songwriting genius behind much of Floyds early
material, including hit singles See Emily Play and Arnold Layne, but
his increasingly bizarre behaviour led to him parting company with the
band in 1968, soon after the release of their first album. Pink Floyd
with Roger Waters, Richard Wright, Nick Mason and Syds replacement,
David Gilmour went on to become one of the most successful rock acts
ever. Syds career petered out after a couple of solo albums.

Then he moved in next door to me. I lived with my family at No7 St
Margarets Square in Cambridge. It was a quiet cul- de- sac of Thirties
semidetached houses. Winifred, Syds mother, was next door at No6 and
in 1981, when I was six, her son returned from London to live with her.
The first time I saw him, I was playing on my bike in our driveway. He
came out of his house with some garden shears and a saw, a nondescript
man in his mid-30s with thinning hair. Wordlessly he set about chopping
down the trees and bushes in his front garden. The garden had been
beautiful the previous owners of the house had worked at Cambridge
University Botanic Garden but it looked as if it had been ravaged by
a tornado when Syd had finished.

He cut up all the tree trunks, lugged them into his back garden and
burnt them on a huge bonfire. My parents were very upset, but there was
nothing they could do. We had no idea this was the beginning of a
pattern that would be repeated again and again. Every time the bushes
grew back, Syd hacked them down and burnt them. He also periodically
smashed and burnt his artwork psychedelic paintings, vaguely
reminiscent of Jackson Pollock. The bonfires were huge, with flames
seven or eight feet high, sending a fog of thick white smoke over the
whole street. Syds mum, who was friendly with my parents, was always
apologetic but she could do nothing to control him.

And we soon learnt it was pointless remonstrating with Syd himself. Any
attempt to tackle him over his behaviour would be met, at best, with a
blank stare. Sometimes he would unleash a torrent of foul-mouthed and
frightening abuse. When Syd was in one of his burning moods, all we
could do was retreat into the house and shut all the doors and windows.
Syd didnt really do consideration. But the bonfires were the least of
our worries. The peace was frequently shattered by the sound of
breaking glass. Whenever the inner demons that tormented Syd got the
better of him, hed hurl things through his windows. This happened at
least 100 times.

His lawn was often littered with broken glass, mugs, saucepans and
ornaments. Sometimes the window-breaking started in the middle of the
night and I would lie in bed too scared to go back to sleep in case he
started attacking our house. I was convinced that one day he would run
out of his own windows and start on ours. Occasionally a window was
fixed and then smashed again the next day. Syd single-handedly kept
some of the local glazing firms in business.

But the screaming fits were by far the most disturbing aspect of his
behaviour. To hear a grown man wailing and screeching for hours at a
time was terrifying for me and my two sisters. We had no understanding
of mental illness. As far as we were concerned, we lived next door to
an unhinged and possibly dangerous lunatic. Our worst fears were
confirmed one night when Syd was taken away in a straitjacket. We had
called the police before on a couple of occasions. They would come
round and have a word with Syds mum and leave without taking any
further action.

But on this occasion his outburst had been particularly violent and we
later discovered he had attacked his mother. She had called the police.
I recall peering out the window and seeing Syd being led away in
restraints. His mum was very upset and was pleading with him to calm
down but he was spitting out a load of abuse. I hoped he would never
come back. But he did come back a few days later and his mother moved
out to stay with her daughter, Rosemary. She couldnt handle Syd any
more. After that, Rosemary looked after him. She took him shopping to
Sainsburys each week. The store was ten minutes away.

She would pick him up, drive him there and walk him round the aisles,
as if he were a child, then drive him back again. He would sit in the
car until Rosemary opened the door for him and guided him back into the
house. He looked as if he didnt really know where he was or what was
going on. With his mother gone, his behaviour continued much the same
as before. Our family operated as an early-warning system, ringing his
sister when he got out of hand. Shed come round and smooth things
over.

It has been said Syd took little interest in Pink Floyd after leaving
the band, yet the bonfires and window-breaking peaked in 1986 when
Floyd were in the news because of a legal dispute between Waters and
the other members. It may have been a coincidence, but Syd seemed to
blame Waters for something it was only ever his name that featured in
his screamed threats. I used to worry about how wed protect ourselves
if he went berserk and attacked us. Syd reminded me of Jack Nicholson
in The Shining.

Over the years, he never said more than a few words to me at a time. If
we passed in the street, he would occasionally manage a mumbled Hello
but more often than not he would simply hurry past, head down.
Sometimes he even crossed the road to avoid me. A fairly steady stream
of fans came to pay homage. They often knocked on our door. Does Syd
Barrett live there? We would tell them he didnt. We knew he didnt
want to be disturbed and that, if he was, it might send him off on
one.

Fans sometimes wouldnt take no for an answer and would go and hammer
on his door. Usually there would be no response, but occasionally he
did open the door, presumably by mistake. He would slam it in their
faces as soon as he realised who they were. He physically deteriorated
after his mothers departure. He wouldnt bother buttoning up his
shirt, if he bothered wearing one at all. He wore trousers that were
way too big for him. He looked disheveled. We sometimes saw him
walking down the road wearing only his pyjama bottoms.

He seemed to live on fry-ups and frequently set his frying pan on fire.
We would see the flames leaping up to the ceiling in his kitchen but
there would be no sign of Syd. He had a very relaxed approach to fire
safety. He drank heavily, probably getting through a bottle of whiskey a
day. Syd was also an enthusiastic smoker. As a teenager I worked in the
local newsagent. Syd came in almost every day for his cigarettes. He
always bought 60 and sometimes purchased tobacco and snuff as well.
He would buy a different selection every time, asking for 20 Rothmans,
20 B&H, 20 Embassy Number 1, or 20 JPS, 20 Embassy Regal, 20
Marlboro. Hed take the cigarettes and march off without another word.
He never handed over cash but ran up large bills on a tab that his
sister used to settle. By then, I knew who he was and found it hard to
reconcile this middle aged recluse, who had huge problems engaging with
the world, with the good-looking musician I saw smiling out of early
photographs.

How could the author of poetic lyrics rich in surreal imagery be
reduced to someone who could barely string a sentence together? I had
read enough to know most critics ascribed his problems to an
LSD-induced breakdown at the height of his fame. Syd was a dire warning
about the dangers of drugs. On one occasion he came into the shop when
a music magazine had a picture of Syd-era Pink Floyd on the front.

I said to Roger his real name, Syd was a nickname Youre on the
cover of Mojo today, Roger. He looked surprised. Ill have that, he
said. I got the impression that he was pleased. In the 25 years he
lived in St Margarets Square, I only ever once saw him smile. It was
in the Nineties when I owned a Lancia Delta HF Turbo a replica of the
rally car that Martini had sponsored in the Eighties. I was very proud
of it and one day I was washing it, holding a hose over the roof so
that the water cascaded down the sides. Syd came into his garden and
stood beaming at me with a huge grin on his face. He wasnt known as a
motor enthusiast the only vehicle he owned was a battered old
bicycle. I believe the scene tickled him because he thought that I was
watering my car, as if it were a plant. Perhaps it took him back to his
acid drenched hippy days.

But it wasnt all bad. When he wasnt having one of his attacks, he was
pretty quiet. I never heard his television. I heard him playing music
only a handful of times and always classical or modern jazz, never
pop or any of his own work.

In his later years his behaviour became less erratic and the screaming
stopped altogether. There was still the occasional bonfire. We even got
a couple of Christmas cards from him. Hed made them himself,
beautifully drawn Christmas designs bells and holly on white card.
Have a very Happy Christmas, from Roger, the message said. One year,
when I saw in the newspaper that it was his birthday, I stuck a card
through his letterbox. The next time I saw him he said Hello and held
my gaze for a couple of seconds. He seemed to be thanking me. Id long
since ceased to fear him. I knew he was a deeply troubled soul,
deserving of sympathy more than anything else.

Syd died at home in July of complications arising from diabetes. He was
60 and had been in Addenbrookes Hospital for about three weeks
beforehand. His sister had told us that when he came home he would have
to have a live-in carer. He had been home for just a day and a half
when he passed away. His house was recently sold and I went to view it
when it was on the market. The colour scheme was best described as
interesting one room is orange, one blue, several are a combination
of orange, blue and pink and the kitchen is testament to Syds
unsuccessful adventures in DIY: a hotchpotch of flimsy, oddly shaped
shelves. One image haunts me. A toy hippo was nailed to one of the door
handles. This was typical Syd: inscrutable, bizarre and slightly, well,
mad. Im sorry hes dead but I wont miss him.

Mail on Sunday - 3rd December 2006

upsetter · 07.12.2006 11:49

psykokarkki wrote:

aika hurjia muisteloita sydin naapurilta:
Mail on Sunday - 3rd December 2006
THE GENIUS NEXT DOOR
By David Sore
His screaming could start at any time of night or day but it often
seemed to begin just as I was going to bed. There would be thuds and
crashes from next door as furniture was destroyed and an incessant
howling, more animal-like than human. This could last for two hours
and, as a young child, it terrified me. It was usually just incoherent,
angry shrieking but very occasionally words could be distinguished.
They were always the same: F****** Roger Waters! Im going to f******
kill him.
It wasnt much fun, having Syd Barrett as a neighbour. Of course, I
didnt know who he was at the time. It was only later that I realised
he was a rock legend, one of the founding members of Pink Floyd, who
had numbered Paul McCartney, David Bowie and Pete Townshend among his
fans. Recently, it was revealed Syd, who died in July, left £1.2million
in his will. He was the songwriting genius behind much of Floyds early
material, including hit singles See Emily Play and Arnold Layne, but
his increasingly bizarre behaviour led to him parting company with the
band in 1968, soon after the release of their first album. Pink Floyd
with Roger Waters, Richard Wright, Nick Mason and Syds replacement,
David Gilmour went on to become one of the most successful rock acts
ever. Syds career petered out after a couple of solo albums.
Then he moved in next door to me. I lived with my family at No7 St
Margarets Square in Cambridge. It was a quiet cul- de- sac of Thirties
semidetached houses. Winifred, Syds mother, was next door at No6 and
in 1981, when I was six, her son returned from London to live with her.
The first time I saw him, I was playing on my bike in our driveway. He
came out of his house with some garden shears and a saw, a nondescript
man in his mid-30s with thinning hair. Wordlessly he set about chopping
down the trees and bushes in his front garden. The garden had been
beautiful the previous owners of the house had worked at Cambridge
University Botanic Garden but it looked as if it had been ravaged by
a tornado when Syd had finished.
He cut up all the tree trunks, lugged them into his back garden and
burnt them on a huge bonfire. My parents were very upset, but there was
nothing they could do. We had no idea this was the beginning of a
pattern that would be repeated again and again. Every time the bushes
grew back, Syd hacked them down and burnt them. He also periodically
smashed and burnt his artwork psychedelic paintings, vaguely
reminiscent of Jackson Pollock. The bonfires were huge, with flames
seven or eight feet high, sending a fog of thick white smoke over the
whole street. Syds mum, who was friendly with my parents, was always
apologetic but she could do nothing to control him.
And we soon learnt it was pointless remonstrating with Syd himself. Any
attempt to tackle him over his behaviour would be met, at best, with a
blank stare. Sometimes he would unleash a torrent of foul-mouthed and
frightening abuse. When Syd was in one of his burning moods, all we
could do was retreat into the house and shut all the doors and windows.
Syd didnt really do consideration. But the bonfires were the least of
our worries. The peace was frequently shattered by the sound of
breaking glass. Whenever the inner demons that tormented Syd got the
better of him, hed hurl things through his windows. This happened at
least 100 times.
His lawn was often littered with broken glass, mugs, saucepans and
ornaments. Sometimes the window-breaking started in the middle of the
night and I would lie in bed too scared to go back to sleep in case he
started attacking our house. I was convinced that one day he would run
out of his own windows and start on ours. Occasionally a window was
fixed and then smashed again the next day. Syd single-handedly kept
some of the local glazing firms in business.
But the screaming fits were by far the most disturbing aspect of his
behaviour. To hear a grown man wailing and screeching for hours at a
time was terrifying for me and my two sisters. We had no understanding
of mental illness. As far as we were concerned, we lived next door to
an unhinged and possibly dangerous lunatic. Our worst fears were
confirmed one night when Syd was taken away in a straitjacket. We had
called the police before on a couple of occasions. They would come
round and have a word with Syds mum and leave without taking any
further action.
But on this occasion his outburst had been particularly violent and we
later discovered he had attacked his mother. She had called the police.
I recall peering out the window and seeing Syd being led away in
restraints. His mum was very upset and was pleading with him to calm
down but he was spitting out a load of abuse. I hoped he would never
come back. But he did come back a few days later and his mother moved
out to stay with her daughter, Rosemary. She couldnt handle Syd any
more. After that, Rosemary looked after him. She took him shopping to
Sainsburys each week. The store was ten minutes away.
She would pick him up, drive him there and walk him round the aisles,
as if he were a child, then drive him back again. He would sit in the
car until Rosemary opened the door for him and guided him back into the
house. He looked as if he didnt really know where he was or what was
going on. With his mother gone, his behaviour continued much the same
as before. Our family operated as an early-warning system, ringing his
sister when he got out of hand. Shed come round and smooth things
over.
It has been said Syd took little interest in Pink Floyd after leaving
the band, yet the bonfires and window-breaking peaked in 1986 when
Floyd were in the news because of a legal dispute between Waters and
the other members. It may have been a coincidence, but Syd seemed to
blame Waters for something it was only ever his name that featured in
his screamed threats. I used to worry about how wed protect ourselves
if he went berserk and attacked us. Syd reminded me of Jack Nicholson
in The Shining.
Over the years, he never said more than a few words to me at a time. If
we passed in the street, he would occasionally manage a mumbled Hello
but more often than not he would simply hurry past, head down.
Sometimes he even crossed the road to avoid me. A fairly steady stream
of fans came to pay homage. They often knocked on our door. Does Syd
Barrett live there? We would tell them he didnt. We knew he didnt
want to be disturbed and that, if he was, it might send him off on
one.
Fans sometimes wouldnt take no for an answer and would go and hammer
on his door. Usually there would be no response, but occasionally he
did open the door, presumably by mistake. He would slam it in their
faces as soon as he realised who they were. He physically deteriorated
after his mothers departure. He wouldnt bother buttoning up his
shirt, if he bothered wearing one at all. He wore trousers that were
way too big for him. He looked disheveled. We sometimes saw him
walking down the road wearing only his pyjama bottoms.
He seemed to live on fry-ups and frequently set his frying pan on fire.
We would see the flames leaping up to the ceiling in his kitchen but
there would be no sign of Syd. He had a very relaxed approach to fire
safety. He drank heavily, probably getting through a bottle of whiskey a
day. Syd was also an enthusiastic smoker. As a teenager I worked in the
local newsagent. Syd came in almost every day for his cigarettes. He
always bought 60 and sometimes purchased tobacco and snuff as well.
He would buy a different selection every time, asking for 20 Rothmans,
20 B&H, 20 Embassy Number 1, or 20 JPS, 20 Embassy Regal, 20
Marlboro. Hed take the cigarettes and march off without another word.
He never handed over cash but ran up large bills on a tab that his
sister used to settle. By then, I knew who he was and found it hard to
reconcile this middle aged recluse, who had huge problems engaging with
the world, with the good-looking musician I saw smiling out of early
photographs.
How could the author of poetic lyrics rich in surreal imagery be
reduced to someone who could barely string a sentence together? I had
read enough to know most critics ascribed his problems to an
LSD-induced breakdown at the height of his fame. Syd was a dire warning
about the dangers of drugs. On one occasion he came into the shop when
a music magazine had a picture of Syd-era Pink Floyd on the front.
I said to Roger his real name, Syd was a nickname Youre on the
cover of Mojo today, Roger. He looked surprised. Ill have that, he
said. I got the impression that he was pleased. In the 25 years he
lived in St Margarets Square, I only ever once saw him smile. It was
in the Nineties when I owned a Lancia Delta HF Turbo a replica of the
rally car that Martini had sponsored in the Eighties. I was very proud
of it and one day I was washing it, holding a hose over the roof so
that the water cascaded down the sides. Syd came into his garden and
stood beaming at me with a huge grin on his face. He wasnt known as a
motor enthusiast the only vehicle he owned was a battered old
bicycle. I believe the scene tickled him because he thought that I was
watering my car, as if it were a plant. Perhaps it took him back to his
acid drenched hippy days.
But it wasnt all bad. When he wasnt having one of his attacks, he was
pretty quiet. I never heard his television. I heard him playing music
only a handful of times and always classical or modern jazz, never
pop or any of his own work.
In his later years his behaviour became less erratic and the screaming
stopped altogether. There was still the occasional bonfire. We even got
a couple of Christmas cards from him. Hed made them himself,
beautifully drawn Christmas designs bells and holly on white card.
Have a very Happy Christmas, from Roger, the message said. One year,
when I saw in the newspaper that it was his birthday, I stuck a card
through his letterbox. The next time I saw him he said Hello and held
my gaze for a couple of seconds. He seemed to be thanking me. Id long
since ceased to fear him. I knew he was a deeply troubled soul,
deserving of sympathy more than anything else.
Syd died at home in July of complications arising from diabetes. He was
60 and had been in Addenbrookes Hospital for about three weeks
beforehand. His sister had told us that when he came home he would have
to have a live-in carer. He had been home for just a day and a half
when he passed away. His house was recently sold and I went to view it
when it was on the market. The colour scheme was best described as
interesting one room is orange, one blue, several are a combination
of orange, blue and pink and the kitchen is testament to Syds
unsuccessful adventures in DIY: a hotchpotch of flimsy, oddly shaped
shelves. One image haunts me. A toy hippo was nailed to one of the door
handles. This was typical Syd: inscrutable, bizarre and slightly, well,
mad. Im sorry hes dead but I wont miss him.
Mail on Sunday - 3rd December 2006

Jaaha, nyt alkaa naapurin hyeenatkin lyödä rahoiksi Sydin haaskalla...

kaakku · 07.12.2006 14:39

Jätkä tosiaan handlaa ton quoten käyttämisen
biggrin center

Alxity · 07.12.2006 18:52

Tämä oli suosikkikohtani:

psykokarkki wrote:

I believe the scene tickled him

psykokarkki · 17.12.2006 01:00

sydin naapurille ei tainnu skandaalilehtien rahat vielä riittää, joten lisää luvassa:
http://www.beingahuman.blogspot.com/
ja edellisessä jutussa tyyppi toivoo hirttotuomiota takaisin...

tossa vielä tyypin myspace:
http://www.myspace.com/davidchristophersore

ja tässä vielä david sorelle varmuuden vuoksi center

jookcha · 17.12.2006 22:39

Pompeij dvd:tä tuli taas katteltua pitkästä aikaa. Se Saucerful of Secrets -versio on ehkä kovinta ikinä.

psykokarkki · 18.12.2006 12:48

jookcha wrote:

Pompeij dvd:tä tuli taas katteltua pitkästä aikaa. Se Saucerful of Secrets -versio on ehkä kovinta ikinä.

on kyllä hieno, mut oliks tolla dvd:llä jotenki puppeloitu systeemit eli jotain lisämatskua/"director's cut"-systeemiä tms joka vähän sotkee alkuperäistä kokonaisuutta? itselläni löytyy vain vhs.

mutta tangerine dream meinaa myös iskeä sydin haaskalle:

Tangerine Dream release a new album in April 2007 entitled Madcaps
Flaming Duty. Recorded in Vienna and Berlin during October 2006, the
album is dedicated to former Pink Floyd guru Syd Barrett who died in
July 2006.
The line up for the recording features Edgar Froese, Thorsten
Quaeschning, Chris Housle, Bernhard Beibl, Linda Spa, Gynt Beator,
Thomas Beator, Iris Camaa, and Vincent Nowak.
There are 12 tracks which implies there are no 17 minute opuses and
track listing is as follows:
Astrophel and Stella
Shape My Sin
The Blessed Damozel
The Divorce
A Dream of Death
Hear The Voice
Lake of Pontchartrain
Mad Song
One Hour of Madness
Man
Hymn To Intellectual Beauty
Solution of All Problems

jahas.

http://www.sonicstate.com/news/shownews.cfm?newsid=3923

jookcha · 18.12.2006 13:13

psykokarkki wrote:

jookcha wrote:
Pompeij dvd:tä tuli taas katteltua pitkästä aikaa. Se Saucerful of Secrets -versio on ehkä kovinta ikinä.
on kyllä hieno, mut oliks tolla dvd:llä jotenki puppeloitu systeemit eli jotain lisämatskua/"director's cut"-systeemiä tms joka vähän sotkee alkuperäistä kokonaisuutta? itselläni löytyy vain vhs.

DVD:llä on sekä directors cut että alkuperäinen. Director's cutissa biisien päälle on sotkettu käsittämättömän rumia animaatioita ja jotain studiomatskua DSOTMin biiseistä. En tiä tarkemmin kun en oo sitä kattonu kertaakaan loppuun.

tähän malliin:

Original Track Listing
"Intro Song"
"Echoes, Part 1"
"Careful with That Axe, Eugene"
"A Saucerful of Secrets"
"One of these Days I'm Going to Cut You into Little Pieces"
"Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun"
"Mademoiselle Nobs"
"Echoes, Part 2"
Director's Cut Track Listing
"Echoes, Part 1"/"On the Run" (Studio Footage) (Uncredited)
"Careful with That Axe, Eugene"
"A Saucerful of Secrets"
"Us and Them" (Studio Footage)
"One of These Days"
"Mademoiselle Nobs"
"Brain Damage" (Studio Footage)
"Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun"
"Echoes, Part 2"

Katkennut petsari · 18.12.2006 13:18

Toi "Pompeii" on kyllä tärkeä. Nuorena hippinä tuli useampi mystinen istunto tämän parissa vietettyä. "Echoes" taitaa olla komein, kaunein ja suurin piisi minkä yhtye on luonut.

Directors cut ei tosiaan toimi originaaliin nähden alkuunkaan.

Laatu · 19.12.2006 22:07

Hitto mun pitää kyllä hoitaa Pompeii-dvd kotiin alta aikayksikön.

Alxity · 20.12.2006 11:21

jookcha wrote:

DVD:llä on sekä directors cut että alkuperäinen. Director's cutissa biisien päälle on sotkettu käsittämättömän rumia animaatioita ja jotain studiomatskua DSOTMin biiseistä. En tiä tarkemmin kun en oo sitä kattonu kertaakaan loppuun.

Mainasin kans juuri alkaa noista animaatioista marista. Tuntuvat ihan käsittämättömiltä, etenkin kun eivät sovi yhtään yhteen alkuperäisen keikkatallenteen kanssa ja toisaalta näyttävät nykystandardeilla silti vanhentuneilta. Ne DSOTM-studiopätkät sen sijaan ovat sinällään ihan mielenkiintoisia.

psykokarkki · 01.01.2007 03:29

ylös muuten vaan spåm

Alxity · 01.01.2007 20:15

Lainasin kirjastosta huvikseni Echoes-kokoelman ja voi että se onkin hieno paketti. Pois on tietysti jäänyt paljon ja onhan siinä mukana mm. Maroonedin tapainen turhuus, mutta yllättävän hyvän kokoelman ovat silti saaneet aikaan. Lisäksi plussaa siitä, että biisit eivät ole kronologisessa järjestyksessä. Erityisesti See Emily Play-Tha Happiest Days Of Our Lives-Another Brick In The Wall (Part 2) jatkumo räjäytti tajunnan niin, että meinaisin ajaa ojaan kun autossa levyä kuuntelin. Viimeinen niitti oli kuitenkin kakkoslevyltä löytyvä Us And Them. Miten joku voi tehdä noin hienon biisin! Tuon se Roger siellä Roskildessakin soitti... *snif*

psykokarkki · 02.01.2007 11:19

ai niin, nythän on ilmestynyt se david gilmourin syd-tribuuttisinkku arnold layne jolla bowiekin laulaa, kukaan kuullut? melkeinpä voisi sen ostaa jos olis pari euroa ylimääräistä.

p.s.
sydin käsiala-analyysi

psykokarkki · 11.01.2007 11:16

nostetaas taas kun meinaa vajota. niin, tuli tosiaan ostettua se david gilmourin arnold layne -sinkku, mutta ei kovin kaksiselta kuulosta, kun ovat tommosia live-vetäisyjä. bowie laulaa ekan version vähän karheasti, tokan vetää richard wright ja sit löytyy vielä gilmourin dark globe -tulkinta. no joo, mutta tulipahan hankittua.

spåm

jookcha · 11.01.2007 11:58

Spämmitään nyt jotain. Kävin kattomassa ton Children of Men -leffan ja siinä oli aika hauska Floyd -viittaus. Yksi kohtaus oli kuvattu ilmeisesti Battersean voimalassa ja samassa kohtauksessa nähtiin myös lentävä sika. Lisäksi yhden hahmon nimi oli Syd. icon_rolleyes

psykokarkki · 17.01.2007 13:55

http://www.davidgilmour.com/arnoldlayne/

E · 21.01.2007 21:17

En kaikkia levyjä ole vielä ehtinyt/jaksanu kuunnella mutta:

1. Saucerful of Secrets
2. the Piper at the Gates of Dawn
3. Atom Heart Mother
4. Meddle
5. Animals
6. Wish You Were Here/Dark Side of the Moon

Kaikki nuo ihan hyviä, mutta vanhemmat vaan paljon lähempänä sydäntäni kuin uudemmat. Kuuntelin Saucerfulia ensimmäisen kerran joskus pari vuotta sitten, se oli eka Floyd levyni ja vieläkin se on se paras, vaikka Piperi melkein meneekin edelle. Atom Heart Motherin eka ja vika kappale on myös puhdasta mahtis musaakia.
Pitäs joskus kuunnella loputkin, ei vaan oikein jaksaisi Floydia enää kuunnella, muuten kuin noita Barrettin aikaisia.. sen soololevyjäkään en ole kyllä vielä kuunnellut, hmm.

public · 21.01.2007 21:24

Mitenkäs sattuikaan, juuri nyt dark side kuuntelussa. Onhan tämä eeppinen.

:center::huig::center: · 27.01.2007 04:50

telkkarista tuli äsken pikn flpydin interstellar overdrive video center confused_new peuk

aattelin että kyllähän näillä nuorilla on retroilu kohdillaan...

ehkä kohta tykkään näistä siis icon_rolleyes

Pilke · 27.01.2007 16:46

HUIG wrote:

telkkarista tuli äsken pikn flpydin interstellar overdrive video

Mitä faagenia? Miltä kanavalta?

*

Alxity · 27.01.2007 17:09

Pilke wrote:

Mitä faagenia? Miltä kanavalta?

Varmaan jollain irlantilaisella, joka ei taia täällä näkyä...

Olen aivan varma, että HUIG innostuisi paljonkin Pink Floydin ekasta levystä, jos vaan joskus oikeassa mielentilassa sitä kuuntelisi. Esim. se kovasti kehumasi Flaming Lips-biisi (olikohan se nyt Psychiatric Explorations of the Fetus With Needles) ei todellakaan ollut kaukana jostain Piperin biiseistä. Itse asiassa se taisikin lainailla jopa aika paljon Astronomy Dominesta.

Niin ja oli kyllä parhautta kun eilen pistin baarin jukeboksista See Emily Playn soimaan. Se on yksi parhaista biiseistä koskaan.

public · 27.01.2007 17:37

Tutusti väärin tykkään kaikista eniten a momentary lapse of reasonista. icon_cool

psykokarkki · 27.01.2007 18:00

Alxity wrote:

Niin ja oli kyllä parhautta kun eilen pistin baarin jukeboksista See Emily Playn soimaan. Se on yksi parhaista biiseistä koskaan.

peuk

stratum · 27.01.2007 18:28

Alxity wrote:

Niin ja oli kyllä parhautta kun eilen pistin baarin jukeboksista See Emily Playn soimaan. Se on yksi parhaista biiseistä koskaan.

Luin ensin että Final Countdownin...

psykokarkki · 30.01.2007 10:37

Mark Sainsbury wrote:

Syd Barrett dying last year, how did that affect you?

Roger Waters wrote:

Sort of not very hard you know because Syd kind of died 40 years ago for me. When we spent months and months and months going 'what's happened where are you?' and he'd kind of gone and he'd stayed gone. So obviously I was very sad to hear that he was sick I heard he was sick about three days before he died. I finally got Rosemary's phone number and was just about to call when I heard he'd died. I've thought about it since on a number of occasions and I think about it still and I find myself going back to the Saturday morning painting classes we did together when he was 11 and I was 10 back in 1954. I find myself going back to those times but the kind of distance I experience with Syd is an extraordinary thing. It is real and I had tonnes of emails from people saying 'I'm sorry for your loss and this and that and the other' but I'm not really half as moved as I thought I would be. Having said that, his illness in a way was the greater tragedy because he was the most extraordinarily loveable companion and friend and fellow band member and everything so when he developed schizophrenia at that very young age that was deeply depressing. And that's kind of what I wrote about in Shine On You Crazy Diamond and I still feel that sense of loss. I guess part of me thought when he died in some sense it was a release I think he was deeply unhappy I really do however much people said well he was pottering about in his garden building odd bits of furniture in his house. I can't help feeling there's a part of the extraordinarily creative bit of the psyche that remembers what it was like to be able to function on that level and is distressed by it. Not being able to do it anymore.

Mark Sainsbury wrote:

No doubt in your mind that it was the drugs?

Roger Waters wrote:

No I have no doubt that it wasn't. I have no doubt that the drugs exacerbated the condition. I mean if you have leanings towards schizophrenia the worst thing you can do is smoke dope and take acid - it can only exacerbate the symptoms.
If Syd had never done acid would he have developed the symptoms? I think he would. I'm not a neurologist. I'm not a great expert in it I was thought it was too simple an answer there were tonnes of other people who did tonnes and tonnes of acid and all sorts of other things and they didn't... it doesn't follow on.

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