I’m sitting in front of Pink Floyd Night on BBC4. I don’t watch much television, and I don’t listen to much Pink Floyd, but it’s fascinating stuff and it takes me back to a time when adolescent hormone imbalance made this stuff seem so earth-shatteringly significant.
There are four old guys, frightfully English Public School, terribly decent on TV and probably a huge PITA in person. I’m struck by the fact that Rick Wright reminds me so much of Nigel Havers, more by manner and accent than physiognomy. The image is so striking, I have to see resemblances in the others. Roger Waters looks like Richard Gere, but then I start to struggle. Nick Mason looks vaguely like Douglas Adams and I’m really struggling with David Gilmour – perhaps a touch of Christy Moore?
They’re talking (well, Wright is) about music in terms that are very frustrating to me. I’m a scientist by nature and training. He talks about chords in a way that is completely alien to me. I struggle to tune my 3-year-old daughter’s Spongebob Squarepants Ukulele; I certainly can’t see why Wright thinks one chord sounds so effective – I like some jazz, but obviously I lack the intellectual grounding to understand much of it.
I can’t analyse it, but I must go and play Dark Side of the Moon.