An Ode to David Gilmour

OK, so this is not really an ode, but I had to say something. I put my MP3 player on randomize this AM and turned up a couple of gems from David Gilmour. I have to thank college buddy Yako for introducing me to Pink Floyd beyond Dark Side of the Moon and The Wall. It is a shame that Pink Floyd has, in so many circles, been relegated to psychedelic stoner music. No doubt Syd Barrett, Roger Waters and Gilmour were likely high when much of their work was written, but I know lots of stoners with guitars and they mostly produce unlistenable trash, let alone the musical genius that is Pink Floyd. But I digress.

At it’s deepest level, the music of Floyd is for the thinking, introspective person. And, Gilmour’s solo work is very much an extension of this ethos. Roger Waters also produced excellent solo work, mostly continuing the concept album work of Floyd. Gilmour’s solo work is less artsy and more artful and personal. Waters may have been the mind of Floyd (after Syd Barrett lost his), but Gilmour was clearly the soul. If you have not already discovered David Gilmour (and to all of the sixteen year old stoners listening to The Wall and hating thier parents … this means you); do yourself a favor and go get the self-titled David Gilmour and About Face. Do it now!