My Pink Floyd Live Experience

This is my attempt to recreate the events surrounding one of the most regrettable incidents of my life. I swear it was sometime in 1978, but my research says that Pink Floyd‘s Animals tour took place in 1977. But I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that my memories of those days are a bit confused. After all, I did spend a lot of my time back then stoned pretty much out of my mind.

But despite this, and the fact that I was well on my way to being the socially inept and completely withdrawn urban hermit I am now, I could not resist the chance to attend this live concert in Cincinnati. I think they’ve since changed the name of the place, but the show was in the same arena where, later, some fans got trampled to death trying to get in to see The Who.

Anyway, I was so nervous about going to a place filled wall-to-wall with screaming fans, that I managed to consume enough drugs and alcohol on the trip down to insure that absolutely nothing would ruin it. The fact that this would also ruin the experience didn’t occur to me.

I have no memory of entering the arena or finding our way to our seats. Something or someone, I think it was my best bud, Dave, roused me enough for the beginning of the show with the floating animals and cars. To give you a feel for this – and the hype that inspired everyone to go in the first place – I’ve included this video:

The Big Pig Spectacle

I swear I tried, I mean I tried really hard, to stay awake to enjoy the show. The fleeting moments I do recall, with a lot of embarrassing “help” from my friends later, revealed a show that was truly memorable. But as for the Animals portion of the show, that’s about all I got.

But the show didn’t end there. Not by a long shot! I also remember bits and pieces of songs from older albums like Dark Side Of The Moon. But by far, the stuff I remember the most came from Wish You Were Here, including Shine On You Crazy Diamond and Welcome To The Machine.

Try as I might though, even through several lock-ups from overworking this old hunk-o-junk, I could find only these two videos to somewhat represent that experience. But they are still quite good.

Shine On You Crazy Diamond

My actual memory involved a gigantic mirror ball being hit by, and reflecting back, lights from all directions.

Welcome To The Machine

What I was hoping to find was some actual footage of the amazing morphing metallic “creature” they were showing on a huge screen above and behind the stage. But this has clearly been inspired by someone who has seen it.

Now you’re probably asking yourself how I could count this experience as one of my most regrettable. Well first of all, I do not, and did not, get out much, even back then. But most importantly, as I’m sure you can tell by the volume of posts I’ve done involving their music, Pink Floyd represents, for me, that “cold slap in the face” that reminds of how life really is.

While my other all-time favorite band, Rush, may do a better job of describing the kind of reality I’d like to live in, No one brings home the reality of what is better than Pink Floyd.

I want ice water.

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