Pink Floyd Being DrunkIt was 2:00 am.But it was hot out.The doors were open.Roger, Rick, Dave, Syd and Nick sat around the living room.And they were all shit-faced drunk."And then, right in the middle of the ring was this wad of gum that my marble was stuck to!!" Nick was flopped over the arm of the sofa, telling stories about his childhood. None of them made much sense."You fucking sucked at marbles, anyways, Nick," Dave crowed, finding this extremely amusing. He was sprawled over the couch, too, with his head on Nick's stomach and his legs over Rick's lap. Rick had Dave's pant-leg up and was pulling at his socks."Dave, you suck at everything," Ro
Dear Richard Wright: Letter 4Dear Richard Wright,No one can ever take your place. In my life or in the world. Ever. You were special, in looks and ability.Maybe, when I get older, I can be like you. The female Rick of the music business. If you guide me with your spirit from Heaven, where I know you are, I can go as far as you did in my piano playing.I've never heard a piano/organist play the way you did. You could improvise these complicated, rich pieces on the spot, and when you were given time to dwell over a song, the results are positively breathtaking. Even the simplest ideas, from the high B found in Echoes, to composer-style songs as Love Scene 4 from the Z
Dear Richard Wright: Letter 3Dear Richard Wright,Every day I wonder - what could have happened if I had been born in the 1940s, and grown up in your time? If my life had been so different, perhaps I could have met you. We could have married for real.I'm sure we would have got along perfectly. We really do have a bit in common. And, you make my life feel so much more worth living. Already now I look to personal and even some physical challenges with confidence, knowing that my love for you would be strong enough to get me through it. I can imagine you encouraging me on, because you're the gentle, positive type of person that would do that. Your persistence for perfect
Dear Richard Wright: Letter 2Dear Richard Wright,You're it. You're everything. You're all there could ever be in a person. You have the sweet, kind personality I always long for. You're such a quiet, shy, beautiful person. And I love it.Your features are flawless. Who couldn't want wavy, soft brown hair and thick, luscious eyelashes and eyebrows? Why wouldn't anyone want thin, graceful lips that part into the most precious smile? Eyes of a delicate blue sparkle on your face - you're perfect. Just perfect.Your pianist's fingers, attached to slim arms always clothed in a sweater. How I want them to hold me, hug me, wrap around my body. I can feel your nimble fingers