God, I feel old.
I think i'll listen to great gig in the sky and san tropez when I get home tonight. then fat old sun. then maybe the whole damn catlogue.
as a 13 year old in 1977, listening to atom heart mother and meddle opened up a lot of doors.
RIP!

Our school caretaker Trudy told me the sad news this morn. We are the same age and like myself, she once made a living playing in a bar band. I used to fantasize about Wright's lifestyle. Seems he owned a property on Rhodes and one envisioned him yachting about, without a care in the world. And, our old bassist Kev met all 4 Floyds back in '75. Kev and a pal had been caught then as teens, trying to sneak into a gig. Instead of suffering any negative consequence, they were immediately shanghaied to replace the caterers absent workers. Kev ended up directly serving Floyd, plus their crew. Seems that soon after, Gilmour and Waters insisted that he join them at the table. He ate his meal right next to Gilmour. Kev later described Wright as rather quiet. The irony is that Kev eventually became a world-class player, fully capable of playing with just about any act. *Weren't we all kinda' hoping against hope for a full Floyd reunion with Waters...?