I’m listening to “Nick’s Boogie” from a live performance by Pink Floyd in ’66 or ’67. Yesterday I read news that Richard Wright had died. Earlier in the day I had some new-age station on in the background and there was a portion of the soundscape that I knew would not have existed without him. Later I was flipping through the pages on the internet and came across the news. I didn’t realize he had been sick. I told Tracy that I felt like I should drop a hit of acid and listen to all the albums. Of course I don’t have access to acid and the albums are all across town at the rehearsal studio, but I thought back across the many, many hours that I have spent under the influence of Pink Floyd and the journeys that this guy’s bed of clouds and lightning tracers across the sky while riding a dragon had taken me on. I had turned on to PF with an old “Relics” tape and a taped copy of “The Wall”. I was really into concept albums at the time and wanted to be transported to different mindscapes. Trip. I think I know now why Roger agreed to do Live 8 with the guys a few years ago. It was a magical performance to watch on the TV and it’s become more magical now… knowing it will never happen again…