Having my morning coffee, listening to NPR (I am a very predictable creature). No snow yet, which is fine by me. This is the worst late winter in my eight years year. I made some killer corn bread muffins last night and will start working on curing venison jerky today. The home health care person is coming at noon to have me sign paperwork and teach me to do the infusion myself for the next six weeks.
Some may have blamed you that you took away
The verses that could move them on the day
When, the ears being deafened, the sight of the eyes blind
With lightning, you went from me, and I could find
Nothing to make a song about but kings,
Helmets, and swords, and half-forgotten things
That were like memories of you—but now
We'll out, for the world lives as long ago;
And while we're in our laughing, weeping fit,
Hurl helmets, crowns, and swords into the pit.
But, dear, cling close to me; since you were gone,
My barren thoughts have chilled me to the bone.
Last performance of Echoes featuring Floyd keyboardist Richard Wright before his untimely death by cancer some years back at age 65. Aside from David Gilmour, always my favorite Floyd member for his talent and calm and friendly demeanor. He was often a target for the tantrums of bassist Roger Waters, as was David Gilmour. Gilmour states in honor of his bandmate and close friend that he will never play Echoes again, for it was Wright's keyboard mastery on this Floyd classic that made it and the album of the same name such a classic.