Richard Wright has died, one of the people I truly admired in the music world.
Just by his name you may not know who I am talking about. But if I say that Pink Floyd was never the same after he left, you’ll know I am talking about one of the brains behind the band, whose last contribution was “The Wall”.
Taking about Pink Floyd means traveling down memory lane back to when I was 15 (1977), when I bought my first album of the group (for the amazing amount of nearly 1,80 euros). That record is still my favorite among theirs even although it is not considered one of the great ones. I am talking about “Animals”. And I still remember the lyrics.
I also remember watching “Live at Pompeii” on TV my first year at college.
Pink Floyd taught me English, the vocabulary nobody bothered to teach me: razor blade, tourniquet, cop…
And thanks to Pink Floyd, I also ended laughing my head off with my mother a few times, like that time she entered my room to look through the window and see the helicopter that seemed to hover over the house. It was just “The Wall”, really loud.
I saw Pink Floyd in concert at the end of the 80’s, at the Silverdome in Pontiac, but Wright and Waters had already left and their trademark sound was missing…
Pink Floyd is still my nightstand music, the music I can always count on, like “Wish You Were Here”…
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