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I dug out some of my old Pink Floyd albums and brushed them down last night. It had been a while. I tend to go through waves of listening to a certain genre—3 months on ska, 3 months on rock, 3 months on indie—you get the idea. Anyway, while listening to a live recording of Echoes I was browsing the Pink Floyd website and came across a photocopied image of an article that appeared in the Guardian last July.
It contains an interview with Dave Gilmour and in it he discuses the live jamming session that Pink Floyd was broadcast while the 1969 moon landing was also being sent out. It was called Moonhead, and one of the things he said really stood out to me: “I also remember being in my flat in London, gazing up at the moon and thinking, ‘There are actually people standing up there right now.’”
I’ve always taken it for granted what a powerful event that must have been to see happen, but to hear Gilmour talk about it in the context of Floyd music meant something else, and this brings me to my point.
I can understand politically why Obama has cut the life chord from NASA and put back moon expeditions by twenty years or so, but such events are rarely witnessed in a global and human-kind context, that I wonder if they should denied to future generations. I used to love watching take-offs and landings from Cape Canaveral on the telly as a kid, and when I was in Florida a few years ago it was great being up close to all that science and space exploration stuff.
There was Gilmour, a young Englishman sitting in his flat north London flat i 1969 yet totally caught up in the whole NASA moon landing thing, which proves it’s not just America that benefits from such an event—the world does too.
I just think it’s very sad I might never know what that feels like—to look up at the moon and know someone else is up there right at that moment. It must have awe-inspiring and it’s a shame it might never happen.
You can read the full article here: http://pinkfloyd.com/news/Guardian_2July09.pdf
I’m delighted I toyed with the idea of going to collect my new glasses yesterday morning because the manager had returned from her holidays and was very receptive to the six weeks of hassle I had endured in waiting. To make amends, she gave me the extra pair that had been delivered by mistake and that I had been offering to buy at a reduced price for absolutely nothing. I now have three great pairs of glasses—two for day use and one party pair—all for the price of one.
BACCARA BURNING got some hefty treatment yesterday, though it is still an immense struggle to get this one out. Now I know what Alan Bissett meant, when talking about his last book said, “it was like shitting a brick sideways.” That’s what this book is like. I want to get to the end so I can SEE it, because right now it’s clouded one day then clear the next.
Right—off to work in my new specs! Have a great day.