July 29th, 2014

pigtails

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Last night I listened to The Division Bell for the first time in years. For me, it's the definitive Pink Floyd album.

Yes, I'm aware that makes me some kind of uncultured music dunce. To add to that perception, I have always preferred David Gilmour's contribution over Roger Waters'. I find Roger Waters' stuff harsh on my ears and his overwrought angstifying somewhat annoyingly whiny. Gilmour also seems to have graduated from the School of Whinge, but at least his music is pleasant to listen to and threaded with the occasional glimmer of hope.

Anyway, yeah. The Division Bell was released in 1994, and so it formed part of the soundtrack to my escape from Dargaville and all the crap that went along with it. I played it endlessly between 1995 and 1998, so for me it's the music of transformation and healing. I think perhaps given some of the lyrics, there's some introspective stuff in there about the Gilmour/Waters split, but for me, two songs stand out as relevant to my own situation at the time; Poles Apart and Coming Back To Life.


Did you know...
it was all going to go
so wrong for you?
And did you see
it was all going to be
so right for me?


I am not above feeling the joy that comes with the revenge of a life well lived. Just saying. And then there's this:

Lost in thought and lost in time
While the seeds of life and the seeds of change were planted
Outside the rain fell dark and slow
While I pondered on this dangerous but irresistible pastime
I took a heavenly ride through our silence
I knew the moment had arrived
For killing the past and coming back to life.


That was totally me hiding out in the boonies and chasing sheep and avoiding people while I started to rebuild myself. Nothing at all subtle there, eh? I don't have Gilmour's vocal range, especially in the low notes, but you can bet your arse I was singing along like a champ. Loudly.

I've come a long way since those days. I'm glad I still like the music from then though.