Syd Barrett is gone. You don't think you know Syd, but you do. He started a pretty influential English band, Pink Floyd. Problem is, Syd went crazy on acid very early in his career. When I saw crazy, I mean that the guy once thought he was a glass of orange juice and would not let anyone near him for fear he would be tipped over.
They had to send Syd to the funny farm and out of the band way back in the early 60's. Syd was always in the band's heart, though. They wrote 'Shine on you crazy diamond' about Syd, as is 'Wish you were here' dedicated to him. Nobody knows much about what or where Syd has been up in the last 40 years... until yesterday when he passed at age 60.
If you take a look at this Syd song for Floyd, you can maybe get a hint at his budding (though adorable) craziness coming around the bend. This is a song he wrote called 'Bike' and it is catchy as hell.
I've got a bike. You can ride it if you like.
It's got a basket, a bell that rings and
Things to make it look good.
I'd give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it.
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.
I've got a cloak. It's a bit of a joke.
There's a tear up the front. It's red and black.
I've had it for months.
If you think it could look good, then I guess it should.
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.
I know a mouse, and he hasn't got a house.
I don't know why. I call him Gerald.
He's getting rather old, but he's a good mouse.
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.
I've got a clan of gingerbread men.
Here a man, there a man, lots of gingerbread men.
Take a couple if you wish. They're on the dish.
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, ev'rything if you want things.
I know a room of musical tunes.
Some rhyme, some ching. Most of them are clockwork.
Let's go into the other room and make them work.
Shine on, Syd... you crazy dead bastard!
