July 3rd, 2005

breaking bad

Live 8

We were all coming and going in and out of the house yesterday, and the telly was on in the background being ignored for the most part. I could hear Live 8 from the living room whenever I was at home. B from my office was at Hyde Park, and I'm sure he had a wonderful time, but it wasn't compelling viewing (I'm ignoring the political and charitable significance for now).

However, late in the evening I sat and listened to Pink Floyd, and I've got to say I felt privileged to have experienced it, even vicariously. I was almost in tears. I am by no means the world's biggest Pink Floyd fan, but it stood out as proper art and it made me think that, well, we aren't a completely crap species. Whereas watching Madonna and Coldplay had made me suspect that we were.
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