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Setanta
 
Reply Tue 11 Jul, 2006 09:35 am
I've just heard on the radio that Syd Barrett has died. The report stated that he died several days ago, but that the news has just been released. It was stated that no cause of death has yet been given. Barrett was 60 of age.

Incredibly, Wikipedia lists his date of death as July 7, 2006--but i still have been unable to find any news items online about it.
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material girl
 
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Reply Tue 11 Jul, 2006 09:36 am
Who is Syd Barrett?
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Setanta
 
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Reply Tue 11 Jul, 2006 09:36 am
Wikipedia links this BBC story about Barrett's death, with today's date in the dateline. He is said by Wikipedia to have died of complications arising from diabetes.
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Setanta
 
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Reply Tue 11 Jul, 2006 09:40 am
Roger "Syd" Barrett was one of the founding members of the group "The Pink Floyd Sound." He dropped out of the group rather early, though, and is said to have suffered a mental breakdown as a result of drug use. Pink Floyd has become world famous since he left the band, but he was well-known in the English music "scene" in the 1960s.
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Lord Ellpus
 
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Reply Tue 11 Jul, 2006 10:37 am
"Shine on, you crazy diamond" was written as a tribute to him.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/5169682.stm
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Setanta
 
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Reply Tue 11 Jul, 2006 11:36 am
Pink FLoyd are as bound up in my life in terms of music as anyone or anything else. I rate them right up there with Haydn and Mozart.
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Gargamel
 
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Reply Tue 11 Jul, 2006 11:49 am
Fans of early Floyd (the best Floyd IMO) MUST listen to Octopus or Mad Cap Laughs, his solo work.

I've been listening to Octopus obsessively for the past few weeks. It's like a cross between Nick Drake and Sgt. Pepper era Beatles--every song has a gloomy swing, a dark complacency and poetic sense of humor.

Credit him with the idea and aura of Floyd, even way after he left the band. The mystery of Floyd is Syd Barret.

R.I.P.

http://webzoom.freewebs.com/sydbarrett/raregallery/sydb68.jpg
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Chai
 
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Reply Tue 11 Jul, 2006 11:52 am
Set....

Just the other day, I was listening to "Brain Damage". I switched the station on just as "the lunatic is in the hall" was being sung.

When that laughter came on, a really clear image of you popped in my head.

No insult, it was like you were laughing at something incredibly imbecilic you were reading here.

Just thought I'd share....
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Setanta
 
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Reply Tue 11 Jul, 2006 11:56 am
No problem, i often laugh out loud at what i read here . . .

I agree with the Koolaid man, Syd was Pink Floyd . . .
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Ticomaya
 
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Reply Tue 11 Jul, 2006 11:56 am
http://img464.imageshack.us/img464/1990/41874634old6bf.jpg

"Shine On You Crazy Diamond (IV)"

Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
You were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom,
blown on the steel breeze.
Come on you target for faraway laughter,
come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!

You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Well you wore out your welcome with random precision,
rode on the steel breeze.
Come on you raver, you seer of visions,
come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!
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Setanta
 
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Reply Tue 11 Jul, 2006 12:00 pm
I really enjoyed this quote from the BBC piece:

He was the first guy I'd heard to sing pop or rock with a British accent - his impact on my thinking was enormous

-- David Bowie
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Lord Ellpus
 
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Reply Tue 11 Jul, 2006 01:30 pm
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/5170028.stm


Barrett's 'extraordinary legacy'
Joe Boyd - one of the pivotal figures of the 1960s rock scene - offers his memories of Pink Floyd founding member Syd Barrett, who has died aged 60.


...."I was in London in 1966, working for Electra Records, and I was also involved in an organisation called the London Free School, a radical attempt to help revolutionise west London.

That organisation ended up kick-starting the Notting Hill Carnival in 1966. But the carnival didn't raise any money, so there was an attempt to do so by putting on concerts at a church hall in Palace Square.

The key figure in the London Free School was Peter Jenner. He knew this group from Cambridge called Pink Floyd who were in London looking for work.

He convinced them to do a gig as a benefit concert as it would be good publicity for them.

It worked, it was great. They had this light show and they were really wonderful and original. ............"
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Steve 41oo
 
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Reply Tue 11 Jul, 2006 01:37 pm
A great loss

but Haydn Mozart really rock

am I gettin old?
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Steve 41oo
 
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Reply Tue 11 Jul, 2006 01:38 pm
did he write dark side of the moon? that still twangs a string with me
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Lord Ellpus
 
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Reply Tue 11 Jul, 2006 01:49 pm
No, Steve...he'd left the band by about '68 or so.
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Steve 41oo
 
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Reply Tue 11 Jul, 2006 01:54 pm
ok thanks

must confess I didnt really know much about him.

seems he was a recluse for many years

lsd dontcha know
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djjd62
 
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Reply Tue 11 Jul, 2006 03:16 pm
I Know Where Syd Barrett Lives
Television Personalities

There's a little man in a little house
With a little pet dog and a little pet mouse
I know where he lives and I visit him
We have sunday tea, sausages and beans
I know where he lives
Cause I know where Syd Barrett lives

He was very famous once upon a time
But no one knows even if he's alive
But I know where he lives and I visit him
In a little hut in Cambridge
I know where he lives
Cause I know where Syd Barrett lives

And the trees and the flowers are so pretty, aren't they?

He was very famous once upon a time
And no one cares even if he's alive (we do)
But I know where he lives and I visit him
In a little hut by the edge of the wood

Oh shut up!
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Gargamel
 
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Reply Tue 11 Jul, 2006 03:42 pm
Rolling Stone, December 1971
The Madcap Who Named Pink Floyd
By M. Rock
London:

If you tend to believe what you hear, rather than what is, Syd Barrett is either dead, behind bars, or a vegetable. He is in fact alive and as confusing as ever, in the town where he was born, Cambridge.

In 1966-67, Barrett was playing lead guitar with Pink Floyd. He'd named the band and was writing most of their music, including the only two hit singles they ever had. His eerie electronic guitar style and gnome-like stage presence made him an authentic cult figure for the nascent London underground, then just beginning to gather at the UFO club and the Roundhouse. The Floyd were a house band and the music went on into the wee hours. Cambridge is an hour's train ride from London. Syd doesn't see many people these days. Visiting him is like intruding into a very private world.

"I'm disappearing", he says, "avoiding most things." He seems very tense, ill at ease. Hollow-cheeked and pale, his eyes reflect a permanent state of shock. He has a ghostly beauty which one normally associates with poets of old. His hair is short now, uncombed, the wavy locks gone. The velvet pants and new green snake skin boots show some attachment to the way it used to be. "I'm treading the backward path," he smiles. "Mostly, I just waste my time." He walks a lot. "Eight miles a day," he says. "It's bound to show. But I don't know how."

"I'm sorry I can't speak very coherently," he says, "It's rather difficult to think of anybody being really interested in me. But you know, man, I am totally together. I even think I should be."

Occasionally, Syd responds directly to a question. Mostly his answers are fragmented, a stream of consciousness (the words of James Joyce's poem 'Golden Hair' are in one of his songs). "I'm full of dust and guitars," he says. "The only work I've done the last two years is interviews. I'm very good at it." In fact, Syd has made three albums in that time, produced by the Floyd. '

The Madcap Laughs', his second, he says, was pretty good: "Like a painting as big as the cellar." Before the Floyd got off the ground, Barrett attended art school. He still paints. Sometimes crazy jungles of thick blobs. Sometimes simple linear pieces. His favourite is a white semi-circle on a white canvas.

In a cellar where he spends much of his time, he sits surrounded by paintings and records, his amps and guitars. He feels safe there, under the ground. Like a character out of one of his own songs. Syd says his favourite musician is Hendrix.

"I toured with him you know, Lindsay (an old girl-friend) and I used to sit on the back of the bus, with him up front; he would film us. But we never spoke really. It was like this. Very polite. He was better than people really knew. But very self-conscious about his consciousness. He'd lock himself in the dressing room with a TV and wouldn't let anyone in."

Syd himself has been known to sit behind locked doors, refusing to see anyone for days at a time. Frequently in his last months with the Floyd, he'd go on stage and play no more than two notes in a whole set.

"Hendrix was a perfect guitarist. And that's all I wanted to do as a kid. Play a guitar properly and jump around. But too many people got in the way. It's always been too slow for me. Playing. The pace of things. I mean, I'm a fast sprinter. The trouble was, after playing in the group for a few months, I couldn't reach that point."

"I may seem to get hung-up, that's because I am frustrated work-wise, terribly. The fact is I haven't done anything this year, I've probably been chattering, explaining that away like anything. But the other bit about not working is that you do get to think theoretically."

He'd like to get another band together. "But I can't find anybody. That's the problem. I don't know where they are. I mean, I've got an idea that there must be someone to play with. If I was going to play properly, I should need some really good people."

Syd leaves the cellar and goes up to a sedate little room full of pictures of himself with his family. He was a pretty child. English tea, cake and biscuits, arrives. Like many innovators, Barrett seems to have missed the recognition due to him, while others have cleaned up.

"I'd like to be rich. I'd like a lot of money to put into my physicals and to buy food for all my friends."

"I'll show you a book of all my songs before you go. I think it's so exciting. I'm glad you're here."

He produces a folder containing all his recorded songs to date, neatly typed, with no music. Most of them stand alone as written pieces. Sometimes simple, lyrical, though never without some touch of irony. Sometimes surreal, images weaving dreamily, echoes of a mindscape that defies traditional analysis. Syd's present favourite is 'Wolfpack,' a taut threatening, claustrophobic number. It finishes with:

Mild the reflecting electricity eyes
The life that was ours grew sharper
and stronger away and beyond
short wheeling fresh spring
gripped with blanched bones moaned
Magnesium proverbs and sobs.


Syd thinks people who sing their own songs are boring. He has never recorded anyone else's. He produces a guitar and begins to strum out a new version of 'Love You,' from Madcap. "I worked this out yesterday. I think it's much better. It's my new 12-string guitar. I'm just getting used to it. I polished it yesterday." It's a Yamaha. He stops and eases it into a regular tuning, shaking his head.

"I never felt so close to a guitar as that silver one with mirrors that I used on stage all the time. I swapped it for the black one, but I've never played it."

Syd is 25 now, and worried about getting old. "I wasn't always this introverted,' he says, 'I think young people should have a lot of fun. But I never seem to have any."

Suddenly he points out the window. "Have you seen the roses? There's a whole lot of colors." Syd says he doesn't take acid anymore, but he doesn't want to talk about it... "There's really nothing to say."

He goes into the garden and stretches out on an old wooden seat. "Once you're into something..." he says, looking very puzzled. He stops. "I don't think I'm easy to talk about. I've got a very irregular head. And I'm not anything that you think I am anyway."
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Walter Hinteler
 
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Reply Tue 11 Jul, 2006 11:41 pm
Pics from today's The Guardian, page 3
Quote:
http://i6.tinypic.com/1zp5lon.jpg http://i1.tinypic.com/1zp5jid.jpg
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Walter Hinteler
 
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Reply Tue 11 Jul, 2006 11:41 pm
Quote:
Syd Barrett

Gifted founding member of Pink Floyd whose talent was destroyed by drugs


source: The Guardian, 12.07.2006, Obtuaries, page 29
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