Normally, I’m not a fan of watching my favorite rock stars performing well past their prime. I prefer to see and hear them before their voices - and midsections - started going south.
But David Gilmour still sounds so good and plays so well, I’ll make an exception for his paunchy, baldish self.
Wot’s the deal? This is a great tune, that’s wot.
P.S. Far as I know, this song was only ever performed live once.
Pink Floyd live right here in Boston, 1973.
They were pretty good.
Sit back, relax, space out and enjoy.
Pink Floyd in 1971… in a church… with a gong.
Breathe, breathe in the air - just not around my kids on bath night.
If you don’t listen to early 70s Pink Floyd bootlegs, you should.
Yes, you. You know who you are.
Halfway through hump day, let’s all take things down a notch or two and just relax…
David Gilmour - he looks like a high school chemistry teacher now, but still plays and sounds as smooth as he did in 1971.
Moonshine‘ll do it every time…
