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Originally Posted by Griff
Crap.
Elspode, where are you?
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Training on new software at work while still trying to integrate the merged company and its records into ours when I'm not hiring and firing people faster than you can say boo. Then, when I'm home, I'm usually scraping, priming, painting, texturing, cleaning, packing, reading real estate contracts or cleaning up after pets. Sometimes, I sleep. But not long.
Syd was what I think of as a shooting star. Brilliant, and all too briefly shining. The tragedy of Syd Barrett was not his death from complications of diabetes, but his drug addled and mentally tortured life. For those of us who remember Pink Floyd's earliest days, we know that, great though the band became under Waters and Gilmour's guidance, what it might have become had Barrett managed to keep his head screwed on straight and his otherworldly muse in line could have been truly mind boggling.
Shine on, you crazy diamond.