The crazy diamond shone
I find it funny that there seems to be so much prestige in which incarnation of Floyd we fans love the most. Many pretentious fans love Syd’s Floyd but that is not me. Of course, I came in late, in the early eighties, and I have always enjoyed David’s singing and his heavenly guitar playing. I guess if you were there at the time, in the middle of the sixties, and followed the band when it started it would have been something else. Syd was the musical and artistic leader of the band back then. Already during the development of the second album they transformed into a five-piece and then to a quartet again, now with less Syd but a Dave added. Syd burnt out like in the song by Neil Young.
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A gift was given
Apparently, I am a fan of death metal now. Who would have known? Not me.
One sunny day my dear friend Johan came to me bringing a gift. It was the Opeth album “Ghost Reveries” on a glorious but ominous black vinyl. I was delighted by the gift, but also somewhat bewildered by the choice of music. Death metal? With all the death growls and the insane drums bpm? Clearly this was not my forte.
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Eyeliner and mascara
I started to really listen to The Cure in 1985, and the path to my cure was through the head on the door.
At the time, back home in Skövde, I had started to hang with a new crowd. Boys and girls with eyeliner, mascara and hair standing up, helped by regular soap bars. Some brands of soap, with the exact right amount of water, could be used to get the long hair to stand right up and up into the night. The crowd listened to Joy Division, The Cure and The Beatles. I joined, bringing a love for David Bowie. The meetings were fruitful in multiple ways.
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