These are just some of the photos I wanted to share off of my TDSOTM 50th Anniversary book! I believe some of these were unseen by many Floydians and they blew my mind :’)
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These are just some of the photos I wanted to share off of my TDSOTM 50th Anniversary book! I believe some of these were unseen by many Floydians and they blew my mind :’)
“MY PIANO IS MY BEST FRIEND “ ~Rick Wright
Blake: Do you listen to a lot of other music? Are you inspired by other keyboard players? Rick Wright: I don’t listen to as much music as I used to, because I’m so busy with my own music. I don’t think of other players as competition. I have a style of the Hammond which – good or bad – is my own. I’m not technically a great pianist. I was saying to someone the other day that I wish I could play honky-tonk piano. I listen to Dr. John and appreciate what he does, but then, can he play the Hammond like I can? I look at myself as more of a writer than an actual performer. I can’t play the piano fast – I’m no Oscar Peterson – and I can’t read music. Sometimes, I wish I could sit down and play a wonderful piano concerto.
~~ Mark Blake
Wright: I went to a private school, a dreadful private school, to do theory and composition. That was while I was going to architecture school as well, and after that, I went to the London College of Music. Someone used to stand there and he obviously didn’t beat my hands if I went wrong, but it was a bit of a joke. I used to learn the pieces off by heart, and then play them and pretend I was sight-reading. And, of course, he caught me out. He said, ‘Right, stop and go back four bars,’ and I didn’t know where I was.
~~ Bruno MacDonald, Pink Floyd through the eyes of… the band, its fans, friends, and foes
Because I studied composition and arranging, I had a thing about how chords should progress from one to the other. I also hated things being out of tune… None of us were technically proficient. I’ve always wished I had the technique to become a concert pianist but I haven’t. We were all self-taught. I taught myself to play when I was four years old. I didn’t have a teacher, so my technique is completely wrong. I can’t play a scale in the way that you’re meant to play it. That limits my technique and ability to play fast. But I didn’t have a problem with that because one of the greatest things I’ve ever heard a musician say was from Miles Davis. He said, “It’s not the notes that matter, it’s the spaces in between.” I’ve always felt that, and that’s how I play. Blues guitarists understand that, too, that a single note can mean more than a thousand.
~~Mark Paytress, My Piano is Therapy for Me – Mojo
As a child, he played trumpet, trombone and then guitar, as well as piano. “When I left school, my careers master said: ‘What do you want to do?’ I said: ‘I have no idea, but I want to play music,’ and he said: ‘Well, you’re pretty good at drawing, go to architecture school.’ So I went, but I wasn’t interested in architecture at all. I was into forming shapes, but I wanted to be a musician.
“So when I was at polytechnic, I went off and had private lessons in composition at the Eric Gilder School of Music, then I went to the London School of Music; all this while I was studying architecture.
“The tutor came up to me and said: ‘You’re not into architecture, are you?’ I said: ‘No.’ He said: ‘It’s a waste of time you coming; go off and be a musician.’ But thank God I went there, because that’s where I met Roger and Nick.”
Pratt says: “His playing was very structural, maybe because they were architecture students. When he was on my bedroom wall in that 1970s age of jazz-fusion and pointless virtuosity, his subtle injection of a few chords made you see the relevance of jazz to one’s own musical world. He was responsible for me and millions of people investigating Miles Davis.”
More than that, he smuggled Davis into the group. “There was a Making of Dark Side of the Moon documentary,” Pratt goes on, “and he came up with one little gem on there, that the chords for Breathe came from Kind of Blue. Then you listened again and thought, ‘It’s true’.”
Wright said at the time: “I don’t want to be the fastest pianist on the planet, I don’t want to be Dizzy Gillespie, who could play a zillion notes a bar, I’d like to be Miles, who can play one note a bar.”
~~The Times, Summer 2006
Gala Wright (Rick Wright’s daughter) posted what I assume to be Rick’s cat ❤️
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the craziest thing about being alive is that you have to live with other people’s interpretations of you
tim kreider was right when he said we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known
me making sure that I’m present while listening to someone talk, all while simultaneously dissociating because I’m emotionally and physically tired, but I don’t want to come off as rude:
Iggy the Eskimo by Feri Lukas, July 1970
I needed this.
Thank you to all the people who posted this so I ended up seeing it. I really needed this right now. Thank you!
Yeah… Not gonna lie… I cried…
We need more people like this
Goddamn it stop making me feel human
The therapist I wanna be.
Text in the image:
“I’m a therapist and keep this poster in my waiting room, apparently it’s saved a few lives.”
I don’t like the phrase “a cry for help.” I just don’t like how it sounds. When somebody says to me, “I’m thinking about suicide. I have a plan: I just need a reason not to do it,” the last thing I see is helplessness.
I think your depression has been beating you up for years. It’s called you ugly, and stupid, and pathetic, and a failure, for so long that you’ve forgotten that it’s wrong. You don’t see any good in yourself, and you don’t have any hope.
But still here you are: you’ve come over to me, banged on my door and said, “HEY! Staying alive is REALLY HARD right now! Just give me something to fight with! I don’t care if it’s a stick! Give me a stick and I can stay alive!”
How is that helpless? I think that’s incredible. You’re like a marine: trapped for years behind enemy lines. Your gun has been taken away, you’re out of ammo, you’re malnourished, and you’ve probably caught some kind of jungle virus that’s making you hallucinate giant spiders.
And you’re still just going, “GIVE ME A STICK. I’M NOT DYING OUT HERE.” “A cry for help” makes it sound like I’m supposed to take pity on you, but you don’t need my pity. This isn’t pathetic. This is the will to survive. This is how humans lived long enough to become the dominant species.
With NO hope, running on NOTHING, you’re ready to cut through a hundred miles of hostile jungle with nothing but a stick, if that’s what it takes to get to safety.
All I’m doing is handing out sticks.
You’re the one saying alive.
I legit cried at this. I’ve needed to hear it put this way. Bless this post.
Every time I see this post I stop to read the whole image. It always helps — even on the good days.
Because it wasn’t weakness. It wasn’t shameful to seek help. It wasn’t pathetic to “cry for help”. I was looking for a stick, be that from myself or from someone else. I was trying to find a way out. I was trying to heal myself.
this is fuckin incredible.
I’m sorry if I repost to many of these, but if it could be someone’s “stick” then it’s worth it
For anyone that needs to read this today.
-FemaleWarrior, She/They
They also have this one and I think quite a few others but these two I keep on my phone and pull up on my bad days.
Text on second poster:
‘WHY ARE YOU SO LAZY?’
But you’re not lazy. Lazy is when you shrug things off because you can’t summon up the give-a-damn. When you’re curled up tight in your chair at your desk, alone and grey and desperately wishing that you had your life in order, that you did all those things you had to do, that it didn’t feel like breaking rocks just to feed and clothe yourself and get some sleep, that’s not lazy.
People don’t understand. You tell them “It’s hard.” They tell you “No it isn’t, you’re just lazy.”
You start to wonder if they’re right.
is breaking those rocks easy for everyone else? Are they that much stronger than you?
They don’t look like they’re struggling.
“Just try harder,” they say. But you’re trying. It’s not working.
Breaking boulders in your path until you’re spent isn’t lazy. And you do it day after day after day.
You’re not lazy. Most people don’t have those rocks to break. They don’t even know what it’s like to have to break rocks to get things done. They don’t understand how hard you have to work, and how hopeless you can feel, when you try and fail to do what they do so easily. Things are harder for you. They really are. And if those people had to deal with your problems, they wouldn’t be doing any better.
You’re not lazy. You’re not weak. You’re fighting hard. I guess I just want you to know that I know that.
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