It seems that most people are in a depressed mood these days, probably because of the weather. me? I’m feeling sort of bouncy happy… until I read this:
">Syd Barrett, founder of Pink Floyd, dies
Man, I don’t know, but I just felt sad. I mean, I didn’t even grew up listening to Pink Floyd, and it was only my natural curiosity about the genre that led me to these classic rock groups from the 60s and 70s. Maybe it’s because despite his mental instability, a lot of rock enthusiasts still recognize him for his music genius. Maybe it’s because my fave Pink Floyd song "Wish You Were Here" was a song about him. I’m listening to the song right now, and it’s doing nothing to lift me from this state of depression.
Rock with the angels, Syd.
...and did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? hot ashes for trees? hot air for a cool breeze? cold comfort for change?... how I wish, how I wish you were here. we’re just two lost souls swimming in a fishbowl year after year, running over the same old ground. what have we found? the same old fears. wish you were here...
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