I’m really trying not to be rude about the APMAs. Like I’ve never heard of Silent Planet until today, but maybe they’re a good band.
Still though, the 193k vs. 12k followers on Twitter has me wondering.
I’m not jumping to conclusions and saying it’s rigged, but I’m really wondering if the voting was fair.
Again, I’m happy for Silent Planet for winning but I think Palaye Royale has a larger fan base, and therefore logically would have a higher number of votes.
Penny Valentine, Disc and Music Echo, 8 April 1967
THE PINK Floyd burst on to the London club scene in a kaleidoscope of colours some months ago. Literally, because colour, shapes and light gave impact to the staggering, tumultuous waves of sound which made up their act.
Pop—or pop in Britain, at least—was never like this before. Pre-Pink Floyd groups were content to go onstage and grind out a succession of old hits or bad copies of American records.
The Floyd have denounced this visually boring performance. “Our lighting man is the fifth member of the group” they say—and engulf the audience in a symphony of weird shapes and violent colours which confound the senses as much as their driving, thirty-minute-long songs.
But are they just a brief bubble on the pop scene, or have they the ability to last?
Offstage and collectively they could be just another group; individually they’re obviously intelligent.
Well, what are they like?…
FOR A start, there’s lead guitarist SYD BARRETT. Born 21 years ago in Cambridge, Syd is the best looking of a rather ordinary bunch. His interest in music began at seven with piano lessons and ended abruptly after two weeks.
Afterwards it was art school in Cambridge, closely followed by art school in London. He became a part of the Pink Floyd because he lived next door to bass player Roger Waters.
The Pink Floyd have a definite place in pop society despite the apparent swing to the squares, he says. “Teenagers in Britain are great. Possibly, they are not buying the bulk of records, but they come to life as audiences. Just because Humperdinck, closely followed by the Ken Dodds, is doing so well is not indicative of apathy on the part of the teenagers.”
Syd himself is the most colour-conscious of the colourful Pinks. He dresses in clothes like black corduroy jackets, wine-red pants and white shoes. “Freedom is what I’m after,” he comments. “That’s why I like working in this group. There’s such freedom artistically.”
RICK WRIGHT plays organ. He is also 21, rather quiet, very easygoing and exceedingly absent-minded, which explains why he locked the group’s car and left the keys inside.
He went for education to Haberdashers and talks like it, too. “Then I went to Regent Street Polytechnic to study architecture and gave up in boredom after a year. So I started going abroad, to places like Greece. Then came home to earn a bit of money in jobs like interior designing and private decorating.
"But I was very unhappy and turned to studying music. I gave that up two months ago, but only because the Pink Floyd bad become a full-time occupation.”
He still hopes some day to complete his musical studies “and write a symphony or something.”
Pink Floyding it, however, is quite enough compensation for his future plans. “We’re playing something completely different from what has gone before. Like jazz musicians, we improvise all the time, both vocally and instrumentally.”
A bit of a drifter, with his scarf stuffed untidily into his shirt, but pretty content at present with being a part of the Pink Floyd.
ROGER WATERS, 22 and the bass player, says “I lie and am rather aggressive” and attempts to act the part by shooting down questioners if he can. Why don’t the Pink Floyd try to expand as personalities? “We give the public what they can see for themselves—we don’t want to manufacture an image. We don’t want to be involved in some publicity build-up.”
Not even a dress image? “We dress as we feel at the time.”
How did the concept of the stage act come about? “There is no concept about it. Our music just comes from the fingers—there’s no preconceived arrangement. Perhaps there was an idea dreamed up in as much as we use images as well as sounds, but otherwise it’s all improvisation.”
Roger, for the record, was born at Great Bookham in Surrey but moved to Cambridge when he was still a baby. After Cambridge schooling, he studied architecture at the Regent Street Polytechnic before drifting into the group. Was there any musical background in his family? “Well, my mother’s stone deaf, my father’s dead and my grandmother bought her first pop record last week. It was a disc called ‘Arnold Layne’.”
NICK MASON, the 22-year-old drummer from Birmingham, describes himself as a “very mediocre, ordinary youth” and thinks his arrival in the Pink Floyd was possibly remotely connected to his grand father once penning a “fine, regal march” entitled 'Grand State March’.
Being the grandson of such a composer, Nick says sadly: “I take life easy but I am a bit paranoic. I feel everyone has a down on me. I want to be successful and loved in everything I turn my hand to.”
He may succeed. He is, for one thing, the easiest to talk to. Joining the group came largely because he hated working in an office. “I had studied architecture for three years at the Polytechnic and then spent a year working in an office. "It’s only just lately, in fact, that the Pink Floyd have been doing much work. In the past we played about one date a fortnight and spent the rest of the time sitting in pubs and saying how nice it would be to be famous. Only when we got a manager who started organising us did we get beyond just dreaming.”
He hopes, naturally, things will get bigger and better for the group.
Ahhh, I didn't realize you'd joined the DWC :D Welcome! A prompt for you - "Did you do something different with your hair?"
(Thanks you!! so excited ^^)
Arian/Cullen and their girls, Post-Trespasser!
For @dadrunkwriting :D
“Celess, gimme dat one!”
“The pink one?”
“No! Da boo one!”
Convinced her daughters were having a spat with one another, Arian wandered into her children’s bedroom, stopping dead in her tracks at the scene in front of her.
“Hi, Mamae!” her eldest daughter Celeste greeted, followed by Brooke, who waved her little hand. Seated in between them was their too-patient but less-than-pleased father; legs crossed and hands in his lap.
“Ah, Cullen?” Arian attempted to stifle her laughter, “Did you do something different with your hair?” The look he sent her in response was one of total disapproval.
Their daughters had taken complete control of his mop of curls - ribbons of varying color tied here and there, and barrettes of differing size scattered all around his head. Cullen was doing his best not to grimace as they tugged and prodded at every bit of his scalp, but was visibly losing his nerve.
“Okay, girls. I think Daddy has enough pretty things in his hair. Why don’t you two go play outside with your brother for a while?” Arian suggested, and her daughters were quick to scamper out of the house.
“Maker, I thought they were going to hold me hostage all afternoon,” Cullen sighed in relief as he stood to his feet. Upon glancing at the mirror hanging on the wall, he began to chuckle helplessly.
“But you look so handsome,” Arian teased, walking over to him and leaning her head on his shoulder. “You should sport ribbons and the like more often.”
Cullen scoffed at the notion, but pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“I’ll leave the hair-accessorizing to you, if that’s alright,” he said with a smile. “You can pull anything off.”