Pink Floyd, “A Saucerful Of Secrets”, October 11, 1969.
What more do you need to know?
Merry Christmas from Pink Floyd.
via the Dangerous Minds blog.
Set The Controls For The Heart Of Awesome! Great live Pink Floyd set on some low-budget French TV show in 1968. Nick is feeling it. Seriously feeling it.
I left Lenny behind for more hate-filled amusements; live recordings from the Animals tour. The assault on the audience through these vitriolic songs is amazing. A little faster, a little more distortion, the spitting attack of the singing (not to mention the real spit - just starting that infamous Montreal show); it all combines to let the listener feel the frustration and anger and misanthropy. I’m in love.
Pink Floyd - KQED TV Studio - An Hour With Pink Floyd (1970)
As always, Pink Floyd rules.
2) Pink Floyd - Why Pink Floyd?
This fall, Pink Floyd reissued their entire catalog as individual albums, a complete Discovery box set and a few crazy expensive Immersion box sets for their three best sellers (I hope they follow up with more for records like More).
Pink Floyd were one of the first bands I obsessed over, one of the first I had framed posters of (the Wish You Were Here cover, the marching hammers from The Wall, and one or two others), and one of the first with an extensive recording career that I had to have a complete catalog of all their work (yes, this means I bought both A Momentary Lapse Of Reason and A Delicate Sound Of Thunder on day of release). I used to own the Shine On box, though I sold it one hungry day in the mid-90s. All that said, I’ve never heard Pink Floyd sound like these discs.
It’s not a minor clean-up, another sad rehash and milking of the cash cow. They’ve done that plenty of times before, so it is sensible to be skeptical. These are glorious. Every album sounds richer, fuller, and brighter than ever, but somehow they’ve been able to do this while capturing more small details and opening up space between the instruments. Like most of the Western World I’ve heard The Dark Side Of The Moon so many times I thought I’d never need to hear it again. I couldn’t have been more wrong. That album, Animals, Atom Heart Mother; it’s like I hadn’t spent countless hours staring at a cow’s ass while lying on the floor of my bedroom, waiting for the cups to clink on the saucers. Massive.
I wish I could afford the Immersion sets, because rarities like this Stephane Grapelli jam on “Wish You Were Here” are the kinds of things I paid big bucks for back in the bootleg era.
The ***** in spot 11 can be considered both a divider of what I consider the full Floyd albums and the partial Floyd albums, as well as where I’d slot in the early singles were they an album.
Whether it should be called “Children of These Days” or “One Of These Graves” I leave to the populous.