During the last few years, my nephew has developed a direct interest in rock and roll unmediated by my sister, as teenagers typically do. While I was home on break this week, he played Pink Floyd’s “Wish You Were Here” several times. He has become a fan.
In general, I hate fan videos; they are almost always painful to watch. However, the drug addled productions before MTV often lack official videos. What else is there to embed?
My own favorite Pink Floyd song is “Time”—and the video below is simply the album cover, sine corny and obnoxious graphics and printed lyrics, which suits me just fine.
I like Pink Floyd but find their music bleak. A lot of rock reverberates with teen angst, but Pink Floyd’s music does sound like despair. A professor of mine in a course on Plato’s Republic, when covering the modes of music discussed in the city in speech’s proposed educational program, suggested that the Lydian mode was the Pink Floyd of the day. I always think of his comment when I listen to the band.