So Close, Yet So Far

Today has been an okay work day for a last day before a vacation kind of day. I still have one hour and 42 minutes to go before said vacation, but I will get there.

I’m starting to sort of chomp at the bit though.

Today has been busy without being stressful. I have had a lot of things to do but none of them have been high pressure or high profile or anything like that. Just a bunch of administrative type things. The customers have been quiet so I have been able to focus on things that need to get done. I am thankful for that.

The Great Pink Floyd Reverse Order Playlist is now back to Animals from 1977. Great record with some absolutely outstanding guitar playing from David Gilmour.

Endless River – Complete
Division Bell – Complete
A Momentary Lapse of Reason – Complete
The Final Cut – Complete
The Wall – Complete
Animals – Currently playing track two, “Dogs”
Wish You Were Here – Up next
Dark Side of the Moon – On double deck but I probably won’t get to it today.

What else should I mention for the benefit of some future version of me looking back at Friday the 13th of September 2024 out of some sense of boredom or a this-day-in-history kinda thing?

The weather at the ocean for the next week looks excellent, according to the long range forecast I just checked. I think a sunrise photo session is a given. I hope to finish off a couple of rolls of film while I’m at it. I still have three rolls from Disney back in May that I have to get developed. I’d really like to spend a day in Boston if I can, but who knows if that will work out.

I am also going to my Dad’s place tomorrow morning to fill up a few boxes with books to donate to the public library in Tewksbury. They are having a donation drive tomorrow and they can have whatever they want from Dad’s book stash. If there is anything they won’t take (why?) I will bring them to Goodwill or something.

Those things, plus some music, plus spending a ton of time hanging out with the love of my life, plus helping the kids out with something next weekend… I think I have my staycation pretty much planned. 86 minutes to go until it starts.

Music Nook

Today’s photo a day pic comes from my iPhone early this morning as it’s a working in the office day for me. I snapped a couple of quickies of my cellar music nook… an area of the house that I hope to make serious use of during my staycation next week.

13/365

The Pink Floyd Records in Reverse Release Order playlist that I am celebrating today during work has just officially reached Roger Waters. Welcome to The Final Cut, kids.

Four hours and 33 minutes until vacation.

Friday the 13th

Oh no! Why didn’t anyone tell me today was Friday the 13th! I needed to prepare myself for the calendar date having no effect on the universe or anyone in it at all!

Okay. After listening to a playlist of all of David Gilmour’s solo records in reverse order yesterday, I created a playlist of all Pink Floyd records in reverse order to listen to today. The Endless River is rolling along.

Vacation is seven hours and 56 minutes away.

One Track (Musical) Mind

This morning as I was starting the work day I made a playlist of David Gilmour solo records. First the five studio records in reverse order of release, then the two live records also in reverse order.

I have spent the entire work day listening to this playlist. I am on the 4th from last song on the first of the two live records (the Pompeii one). As I type this, David is wailing on Sorrow. It’s just friggin’ epic.

Listening to this guy play makes me want to play more. It makes me want to play better. It doesn’t quite make me feel young, but it’s weirdly in that ball park.

All of this and I haven’t listened to a single Pink Floyd record. Imagine how inspired I’d feel today if I was actually listening to the band that he’s famous for. Maybe I’ll do that tomorrow.

He is touring to support his new record. Sort of. There are US shows in Los Angeles and in New York. I looked into tickets for some of the Madison Square Garden shows. The best I saw were a smidge under $900 a ticket. Yikes! There are tickets for Hollywood Bowl shows for $99 a pop, but they would involve actually traveling from the Atlantic Ocean to the Pacific Ocean and that will jack up the total price.

I think Mr Gilmour and I are going to miss each other on this trip. Sorry, David. I’ve seen him twice before. Both with post-Roger Waters Pink Floyd. The first of the two shows was the night of my Junior Prom. Yeah, I will never, ever regret skipping that prom experience to go and see Floyd. I mean, talk about no brainers.

I tell you what, if I hit the lottery this weekend I’ll take Jen and the kids (Harry is a big Pink Floyd fan) to shows at both Madison Square Garden in New York and The Hollywood Bowl in Los Angeles. You know, to celebrate winning the lottery and stuff. Yeah, that’s the ticket.

Finally Finished Listening

To my tiny little music obsessed brain, new music from David Gilmour is practically a religious experience. It had been almost exactly nine years since last he gave us an album of new material (2015’s Rattle that Lock) and the expectations for last Friday’s (four days ago) release of Luck and Strange were exceptionally high.

I started listening to it on Friday morning but it wasn’t until just a few minutes ago (on Tuesday afternoon) that I managed to listen to the whole record in one sitting. Mr. Gilmour* claims that it’s the best record he’s made since Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon. I mean… I love you, David but no one is going to mistake this for Dark Side. Having said that though, it is really fantastic.

There isn’t a whole hell of a lot of variety here, but that’s okay. Basically it’s a collection of moody, groovy, mid-tempo, mezzo piano songs with excellent vocals and stupendous melodic guitar playing. Basically what you expect from David Gilmour: an excellent singer and a phenomenal guitar soloist. There is also a bit of a family band vibe here. Normally when my aging rock heroes start hiring their kids to play in their bands it sort of rubs me the wrong way. Guys like Steve Howe and Jack Bruce had their kids in their bands and while they were all incredibly talented people I just didn’t want that. There were exceptions, of course, Teddy Thompson singing duets with Richard Thompson sounds incredible but might that be because his mother, Linda, was in Richard’s band at the beginning and he was just filling the gap that was left when she exited? Who knows.

In this case though, I am actually digging it. His wife has been co-writing songs with him for decades, going all the way back to Pink Floyd’s The Division Bell, so maybe that’s why the vibe is different here. One of his kids sings lead on one song and I guess also plays the harp. Like… a real harp, not a harmonica. I think a couple of kids sing backups on another song, and one kid also contributed some lyrics. Like I said, a bit of a family band thing. I am not put off by it at all this time. Maybe it’s because I have a family of my own now? I don’t know.

What I will say about this album though is that Gilmour hasn’t lost a speck of magic in the guitar soloing category. He was never the technical guy. He’s basically just a blues guitarist playing in a very non-blues setting. All pentatonics and bend notes and things like that. He’s not going to shred like Steve Howe. He’s not going to redefine technique like Robert Fripp. He’s not going to invent entirely new styles of playing like Steve Hackett. Nope, he’s just Dave Gilmour improvising perfect melodic passages and nailing them to staggering, passionate, perfection. This album is flooded with such playing. It’s everywhere. From the first note of the record to the last. It is littered with signature moments. Allow me to give particular notice to the song Scattered which literally gave me chills the first time I heard it. I was in the car driving home from the grocery store yesterday and I thought I was going to have to pull over and wait for the feeling to pass.

So there you have it. My fanboy review of one of my all time favorite musician’s new album. Go give it a spin. Luck and Strange by David Gilmour. Enjoy.


Hey, King Charles. Don’t you think it’s time Mr. Gilmour became Sir David? Let’s get on that, pretty please.

I Missed Them Completely

I’ve been a Prog Rock fan since I first discovered Rush in 1981. I was 10 years old and most of what Prog bands did went way over my head, but there was something about Rush that clicked with me. Not long after it was Yes. Then Pink Floyd. Then Genesis. Then King Crimson. And so on and so on.

The 1980’s though, were a pretty dark time for Prog. First we had Asia, which included members of Yes, King Crimson, and Emerson Lake and Palmer, releasing their very commercial, radio friendly, MTV orientated first record which blew away the album and singles charts in 1982. Then a year later we had Yes releasing 90125 in similar financially friendly fashion. Genesis had descended into a hellish pop music abyss by then as well (though there was still good in them if you were able to look past the chart topping crap), and while it would take a few years for them to catch up, even Pink Floyd released a pretty radio friendly record. Rush and King Crimson both morphed into an 80’s sound without really caving into the pop music world, at least not to my ears. I get the impression that Robert Fripp was trying to bend pop music to his own personal will (if anyone could have done it, it was him) while Rush just kept making Rush sounding records that happened to embrace 80’s technology (arguably to their detriment, but also maybe arguably to their benefit).

In other words, prog rock in the 70’s was awesome. Prog rock in the 80’s was… less awesome (though still better than almost anything else… except for some specific Genesis songs [looking at you, Illegal Alien and Invisible Touch]).

But there was one question that I never asked myself, or anyone else for that matter… did I miss anyone? Were there any other bands that I should have been listening to that I wasn’t?

Apparently the answer is yes, yes there was.

Marillion.

Well, there were probably 20-30 bands that I should have listened to but never did (Gentle Giant and Camel come to mind, but not Jethro Tull. Fuck Jethro Tull. I can’t stand that friggin’ band), but I don’t know why Marillion never came up. I think it might be as simple as they were not very big in the United States. They apparently were huge in the UK for a little while at least, and I was actually paying attention to the industry as a whole at that time (their biggest record came out in 1985, the same year as Power Windows by Rush, which I bought the minute it hit the record store shelves). Was that the only reason I never listened to them?

I have been aware of them for ages, of course. Was I aware of them before the internet? If it really was a regional (US vs UK) thing that kept me from them, then the internet would have been what put them on my radar. Recently they have been showing up in a bunch of places online where I happened to have been looking. A few months ago I made a note to check them out on a streaming service somewhere. I don’t recall what made me want to do that, but it was something. I didn’t do it until this past weekend though. Their guitar player was a guest on That Pedal Show and I figured I should at least listen to their biggest record, Misplaced Childhood, before I watched it. I did. I liked it. I thought the record had a sort of 70’s Genesis vibe to it. It was very 80’s, but not in a bad way (and me calling something “very 80’s” is usually meant as a negative).

I thought they dated back to the early 70’s like all of the more important prog bands but no, their first album was in 1982 or 83 (according to the two minutes I spent digging around wikipedia). I think if I had known about them at that time I probably would have gone completely off the deep end for them. They would have been a legit prog band that wasn’t devolving into a commercial/pop shadow of their former selves the way most of the prog acts from the 70s did. I knew they had two singers and that the changing of singers sort of mark different eras of the band, but I didn’t realize the first singer left as quickly as he did (after the forth album).

Yesterday I googled “list of best albums by Marillion” and found one random site that ranked them from worst to best. I listened to the 4-5 “best” albums on the list during the work day and liked most of what I heard, though I have to admit I wasn’t listening all that closely because, ya know, work.

I guess the point of this post is to get myself to accept that while I am a total prog rock snob, there are still a lot of things I don’t know about. Maybe it’s time to start taking advantage of streaming music services (ick) and start digging into the catalogs of some of those bands. Just not Jethro Tull or Dream Theater. I fucking hate both of those bands.

New Music

A new David Gilmour single:

A new Deep Purple single:

What do I think? The Purple song is pretty good. It’s the first release with their new guitar player, Simon McBride. I had only ever heard him on an episode of That Pedal Show, but he’s good. Really good. He’s not Ritchie Blackmore. I should not judge him based on the fact that he’s not Ritchie Blackmore. I am a Tommy Bolin fan and when Bolin replaced Blackmore in 1975 most of the Purple fandom shat on him because he isn’t Ritchie Blackmore. I would like to think I would have given him a chance were I paying attention and not four years old so in that spirit I want to give Simon McBride a chance. I gave Steve Morse a chance too, but he’s Steve Freakin’ Morse and he was already an absolute legend when he joined the band back in the 90’s. I saw the Steve Morse Purple live a few times. The guy was shockingly good. This song is okay.

Ian Gillan sounds particularly good here. I’ll wait for the full album release before I decide what I think for reals. I am not sure when it comes out, but it will be called =1, which is a name I probably would have tried to talk them out of if I were their A&R guy, or their producer, or their friend, or their neighbor who they occasionally talk to when we both happen to be outside doing yard work or something.

As for the David Gilmour song… woah. My one fear with his new record is that it sounds like it’s sort of a family band kind of thing. His wife has been his lyricist since the 90’s, but this time around his kids are playing all over the record as well. That sort of thing usually rubs me the wrong way. Other than that one irrational hang up, this song makes me really want this new album. The song is a killer. If it’s any indication of what we’re going to get with the full album then… yeah, bring it on. I want it now. Now!

Rock stars from the 60’s and 70’s who are still getting the job done in the 2020’s. Gilmour is 78 years old. Ian Gillan is 78 years old. Ian Paice is 75. Roger Glover is 78. Don Airey is 75. Simon McBride is 45 so… yeah, he’s younger than me so he doesn’t count for this discussion. Old people rocking. Who would have thought? Keep up the good work, old people. You too, young mister McBride.

Happy Eclipse Day

Today’s the day! We get to experience a solar eclipse. In my neighborhood we’ll see the moon block about 90-something percent of the sun. Where my step kids live, they will get to see a total eclipse. Here’s hoping the weather is clear for them and they will get to see it.

Channel 5 news in Boston was kind enough to give the start-peak-end times for both Boston (which isn’t where I live, but it’s close enough) and Burlington, VT (where the kids live) in one handy dandy infographic!

The only question that remains is… are you ready for this? My wife and I sure are…

Now if the work day just takes it easy on us so that we can sneak outside for a couple of minutes to put those groovy eclipse glasses to work. Fingers crossed.

Evening Drive

Harry and Jen and I just drove up to the ocean and back while listening to Pink Floyd. It was epic.

The Wall and Dark Side of the Moon all the way through.

Epic.

We all needed to get out of the house. You know how it is when you’re 2.5 years into a pandemic. Sometimes you just need to get out of the house…

…and sometimes you need to blast The Floyd while you’re toolin’ up route 495 North.