Amused2Death
Junior Member
Hello, hello, hello, is there anybody out there. Well, you must get tht from a lot of Floyd die hards. But I'm a legitimate claimant to the the "Crazy Diamond" himself. I "discovered" Floyd when I read a rave review in Vancouver's underground paper in 1971, and bought Ummaguuma. The next time the visited, I saw them play a 1200 seat hall on a Saturday night that CCR was playing our main rock venue seating 18,000. I was 14 and it was the first of a few times I took LSD. My buddy and I were among the youngest members of the audience, as Floyd was known chiefly to the older, more musically sophisticated crowd.
Drugs or no drugs, the concert
was an experience of a lifetime, as this was a band that took its craft to another level and swept the audience away with each composition, played to perfection and finding undiscovered realms of aural wonder. At the risk of gushing purple I can only describe that concert as a audiovisual journey to uncharted territory.
But I'm not writing all this to tell you "Hey! I say Floyd before you did and MAN was it FAR OUT!" The trippy part happened just after the concert, while I was still hearing the "Echoes". Before leaving the hall, which was quite primitive, I checked into the can. There were a couple of hippies washing up, and I was talking a mile a minute, asking them how they'd enjoyed the concert, and stressing to them the monumental greatness of this still little known band, adding my assurance that they were destined to world dominance. One of the dudes, in an English accent nodded friendlily and said that that was great and he was glad. Across the room my friend was lip speaking, in vain, "That's Them!!"
Here I'd been asking the drummer and organist how they'd enjoyed the concert and stressing how they ought to appreciate this band. They good humouredly put up with this fried kid with a big mouth.
Anyway, on Monday the reviews came out. A whole page gave Pink Floyd the highest of praise, and ended with the sentence, "Oh yeah, and Creedence Clearwater Revival also played Vancouver last Saturday". [/COLOR]
Drugs or no drugs, the concert
was an experience of a lifetime, as this was a band that took its craft to another level and swept the audience away with each composition, played to perfection and finding undiscovered realms of aural wonder. At the risk of gushing purple I can only describe that concert as a audiovisual journey to uncharted territory.
But I'm not writing all this to tell you "Hey! I say Floyd before you did and MAN was it FAR OUT!" The trippy part happened just after the concert, while I was still hearing the "Echoes". Before leaving the hall, which was quite primitive, I checked into the can. There were a couple of hippies washing up, and I was talking a mile a minute, asking them how they'd enjoyed the concert, and stressing to them the monumental greatness of this still little known band, adding my assurance that they were destined to world dominance. One of the dudes, in an English accent nodded friendlily and said that that was great and he was glad. Across the room my friend was lip speaking, in vain, "That's Them!!"
Here I'd been asking the drummer and organist how they'd enjoyed the concert and stressing how they ought to appreciate this band. They good humouredly put up with this fried kid with a big mouth.
Anyway, on Monday the reviews came out. A whole page gave Pink Floyd the highest of praise, and ended with the sentence, "Oh yeah, and Creedence Clearwater Revival also played Vancouver last Saturday". [/COLOR]
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