Avui escoltant El Món de RAC 1, conduit per l'ésser cada cop més carismàtic i estrany Jordi Basté, m'he assabentat que Richard Wright, cofundador de la gegantina banda britànica Pink Floyd havia traspassat. Òbviament aquesta és una pèrdua irreparable per a la seva gent però també per a aquells que estimem la música. El llegat de Mr. Wright ha estat corprenedor i bell, emoció en estat pur passat pel sedàs d'una ment senzilla, humil, elegant i discreta. Recordo de petit viatjant amb els meus pares i mon germà en cotxe contemplant els paisatges interminables que separaven Badalona de Castell d'Aro, il·lustrats amb les grans peces sonores de The Dark Side of the Moon, Wish You Were Here o Animals. Sense la sensibilitat catedralícia de Wright conjugada a la de, sobretot, Roger Waters, la nostra vida no hagués estat mai la mateixa que és ara.
Mr. Wright a mort! Que visqui Mr. Wright!
Us and Them
And after all we're only ordinary men
Me, and you
God only knows it's not what we would choose to do
Forward he cried from the rear
and the front rank died
And the General sat, as the lines on the map
moved from side to side
Black and Blue
And who knows which is which and who is who
Up and Down
And in the end it's only round and round and round
Haven't you heard it's a battle of words
the poster bearer cried
Listen son, said the man with the gun
There's room for you inside
Down and Out
It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about
With, without
And who'll deny that's what the fightings all about
Get out of the way, it's a busy day
And I've got things on my mind
For want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died
And after all we're only ordinary men
Me, and you
God only knows it's not what we would choose to do
Forward he cried from the rear
and the front rank died
And the General sat, as the lines on the map
moved from side to side
Black and Blue
And who knows which is which and who is who
Up and Down
And in the end it's only round and round and round
Haven't you heard it's a battle of words
the poster bearer cried
Listen son, said the man with the gun
There's room for you inside
Down and Out
It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about
With, without
And who'll deny that's what the fightings all about
Get out of the way, it's a busy day
And I've got things on my mind
For want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died
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