I had a sad conversation with a friend of mine yesterday. He is a deeply knowledgeable music "head," someone with whom I have talked about music of ALL SORTS for hours on end many times. He is one of the most broad-minded and varied music appreciators I know. However, yesterday, he posted a note to Facebook essentially throwing out almost the entirety of Pink Floyd's recorded output. Adding insult to injury, he explained that the only good Floyd stuff was the early Syd Barrett-era stuff. This is the music snob equivalent of saying the Beatles weren't that good (or that their best stuff was done while they were still in Hamburg). I was floored. No Dark Side, no "Shine On...," no "Echoes," no "Dogs"...It was too much. It actually broke my heart...a little bit.
So, on this grey, wet, getting chilly, bleh day, this one goes out to my friend...a song of repose, of peace, of beauty...(please forgive the poor sound. I thought this rare live version was unusual and features a nice vocal improv by David Gilmour as the band takes it the song to a gentle climax that is not present in the studio version)