syd barrett has moved on. apparently several days ago. i hope things are better where you are now, you crazy motherfucker.

the black crowes played "fearless" when i saw them on the 3rd.

back in the late 80's a friend of mine had one of syd barrett's solo albums. it must've been "opel" - i remember it sounded like a collection of demos with just syd on acoustic guitar, complete with missed chords. we both loved it, though. i haven't seen that friend or heard that album in over a decade. i'll have to go track it down somewhere.

i have "barrett". i had all three solo albums, but life loses things. barrett taught waters the open-G tuning waters used when he pulled together "fearless". in a strange way, barrett kept me from falling off the earth. i recall a story about how barrett could listen to a complex guitar solo once, and then play it forward or backwards. or something like that.

not to mention Piper at the Gates of Dawn is hands down the best pink floyd album ever. now let margret come in and debate with me Animals is better...a conversation i think we had some 5 years ago, yet im too lazy to look up.

limeandlipidstreamafightbetweentheblueyouonceknew

i think that would be meddle, patrick. hands down.

I'm going to blaspheme and say Division Bell.

TBone needs a spanking

that's not even pink floyd, dude.

After Roger Waters left,they just sucked.

as did roger waters, oddly enough.

(1) Piper: Eat me raw, Patrick, you philistine! (2) Division Bell: Tbone - did your mother have any children that lived? (3) Meddle: Nate, jesus, I thought better of you. (4) Waters: I enjoyed both Radio K.A.O.S and The Pros And Cons of Hitchhiking.

you can't seriously being going with animals, margret? i mean, you might as well latch onto the final cut.

Well, yeah. Because, see, Animals features this stanza: You know that I care what happens to you And I know that you care for me So I don't feel alone Or the weight of the stone Now that I've found somewhere safe To bury my bone And any fool knows a dog needs a home A shelter from pigs on the wing Within the framework of the established allegory, it says everything that needs to be said ever about the nature of love/friendship.

are you sure? i mean, it sounds like something i once believed. you really think two people who care about each other are enough to cure loneliness, blind you from the hell of your shit job, and keep the world from busting your ass? not that i don't love the album. but really, if you're going to dive into a bullshit fantasy about human relations, of love and longing, this is the one to go to: Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air And deep beneath the rolling waves In labyrinths of coral caves The echo of a distant time Comes willowing across the sand And everything is green and submarine And no one showed us to the land And no one knows the wheres or whys But something stirs and something tries And starts to climb toward the light Strangers passing in the street By chance two separate glances meet And I am you and what I see is me And do I take you by the hand And lead you through the land And help me understand the best I can And no one calls us to move on And no one forces down our eyes And no one speaks and no one tries And no one flies around the sun Cloudless everyday you fall upon my waking eyes Inviting and inciting me to rise And through the window in the wall Comes streaming in on sunlight wings A million bright ambassadors of morning And no one sings me lullabies And no one makes me close my eyes And so I throw the windows wide And call to you across the sky

It's all about friendship, Nate, not that other modality. And yeah, I believe that about friendship, about making connections with other people. I just think it's a mistake to think cross-pollinating it with genital tingling gives it a stature somehow different or apart from friendship. I am all about friendship these days. Hence my unglorious return.

meddle.

maybe echoes works better on people with oceanonic love affairs. i really can't argue this, margret. animals is masterful. one of my favorite albums of all time. i am all about friendship these days, as well. but i'm also nate, so who knows how long that will last.

i'm all about love.

and hot monkey sex.

thanks for elevating the general clever factor and fuck talk around here nate. im trying to keep up.

Well damnit, if I can't pick a fight with Nate by trash talking - how am I supposed to sublimate? "Long you live and high you fly And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry And all you touch and all you see Is all your life will ever be"

try bourbon. that always sublimates me.

in the physics sense, not the psychology sense.

I do like bourbon, but don't think I should drink; if I'm depressed (I am, a little) it exacerbates the condition.

for me as well. i am careful to only drink when i'm reasonably happy, these days. i am fucking exhausted. work, why do we do this? i need somewhere safe to bury my bone. safe, warm, and wet. just for tonight.

damnit, nate. snort diet coke into my sinuses.

I have been on vacation this week. Here are some things I have accomplished: (1) received, executed and returned an offer letter to go work at a different company; going to be a systems analyst (vacuous term meaning "something technical-ish") while they teach me to code (2) resigned from my current position and declined to speculate on whether there was anything they could offer me to make me stay; they had their chance (3) taught my friend Jeff how to set up his chart of accounts and tsked at him over his poor financial records management (4) called Planned Parenthood and got told that if I wanted an appointment before August 1, I should get up and call them at 8:00 a.m. tomorrow so I can get one this Saturday. plan to do this very thing (5) called and made an appointment to view a 1BR apartment that I can afford (6) took the car to Jiffy Lube and had my fluids exchanged (7) called my mechanic to schedule a tune up of real car functions. this will happen at 9:00 a.m. tomorrow, and my friend Jared will pick me up and maybe I can talk him into going to look at furniture/for bookshelves with me. (8) agreed to be the merch girl for my friends' band's trip to Dallas (9) went into work 2 afternoons to try to get things read for when I don't work there anymore, so I can stay on good terms with them (10) read a pretty damned decent book called "Replay" (11) panicked (am still panicking a little) because I quit my job and broke up a 7 year relationship in the same month. Am I having a mid-life crisis? Am I going to want to buy a red sports car I can't afford and start dating eye candy?

doesn't your life feel free and new? i mean, there is a little edginess to the whole thing, but your future is yours to define. you can be excited and panicky. and probably stressed out for awhile. job change + break up + move. those are three big ones for one short period of time. i had it similarly early this year. i think i've only recently come out of it. mood-leveling drugs be damned!

i feel like i could float, i'm so buoyed by the possibilities. but i keep getting freaked out by the list of little things i need to do...get my own car insurance...do this...check that...confirm blah blah on the 401k. plus the trip to dallas is kind of inconveniently timed, but something i really really want to do. so i'm doing it anyway and tolerating the associated inconvenience as the price i pay for doing things i want.

my friend called me earlier today. her dad, in his early sixties, went from normal dad to luekemia dad in three days. his white blood cell count has gone from 12K to 70K in that period of time. the doctor basically got the blood tests back and told him to go directly to the hospital for chemo. what the fuck. what do you say when you get that call? i'm sorry? don't hesitate to ask if you need absolutely anything?

Well, you understand that she's telling you because the news is to big for her to hold inside. She knows there's nothing you can do; she just wanted to diffuse the shock, horror, pain she's feeling by letting some of it come into speech and out into the world. And then yeah, then you say that other thing that you just said.

i can't believe how quickly it hit. she would leave quality social events to make sure she was home to go on her nightly 10pm walk with her dad.

I never quite know what to do with information like that. But now you've made me miss my dad. He and the girlfriend are going to the Music Festival tonight. He called today while I was at work and left a message telling me he had an excess of beets. I think this is his way of reaching out, beety red communion.