moom wrote:Tenniru, I don't understand you in most things you've said in your post. And I won't comment coz it is YOUR opinion; yet it's far - far away from what I and probably most of us feel. Only one thing I will comment - yes, THAT Syd stayed in the early 70's, but it was still the same guy who died on Friday, get it? THESE hands and HIS mind created those songs. And yes, his spirit will never die
Saint Seiya, he's the Sun, he'll always shine. Yesterday when I looked t the Sun while SOYCD I understood HE is the Sun.
Rest in Peace, Syd
Yes, that was the same mind and hands who created that music, but the drive and inspiration to do more of that was amid the brian cells burnt away by LSD, Mandrax, stress, and his own detatchment. And since the spirit lives on regardless of it's host, what we lost was... a guy who was finished. As Rosemary Barrett said, this is a diffirent man; Roger, not Syd. I'm not saying we shouldn't mourn him; any loss of life is tragic. This one especially. I'm just saying this isn't as bad as, say, John Lennon or Elvis Presley's deaths. He did everything he could, was satisfied with that, and lived the rest of his life perfectly (give or take a few fingertips and irritating cameramen).
I don't know, maybe I'm just too tired/blinded by grief. I just know that the presence behind Gigolo Aunt and See Emily Play is in the same condition now as it was earlier, or at least that's my enjoyability meter tells me. The "oh, he's gone" feeling I got listening to Preston and Harrison immediately post-death wasn't there. Syd is gone forever, but he was gone forever last Thursday as well.
Roger Keith Barrett's loss, to me, is more immediate. The mind who created many amazing paintings, rebuilt a life from ruins in the late 70s, and reached a kind of life I can only dream of living is gone. That hurts the most, that's what I'm saying; he was one of my personal heroes at that late stage of his life. (Despite my respect for the artistic power of Syd the musician, Syd the person... well, he jumped in a pit of narcotics and never came out. He let people feed LSD to his pet CATS. It's kind of the same reason I respect John Lennon as an artist more than as a person.)
(I'm regarding Syd Barrett 1946-1975 and Roger Keith Barrett 1976-2006 as diffirent people, which according to Rosemary and RKB's own reluctance to acknowledge Syd, they mostly are. Drugs and madness do that kind of thing.)
