Pink Floyd – The piper of the gates of dawn (1967)

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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