My mother decided to pick me up a Rolling Stone magazine yesterday because she is going through a mid-life crisis and I told her I've had a strong urge to read lately so I suppose her purchase was to overlap the damage of her "raising". I loathe Rolling Stone with a passion, they know nothing about good music. Led Zepplin was on the cover which I can appreciate but they dubbed them the Heaviest Band Of All Time and labeled them in the category of metal. What a bunch of dipshits.
I was almost saddened at the news I also found on the cover that Syd Barrett died. Whoever doesn't know who he is should be tortured to death. A lot of people find it tragic what happened to him but personally, I think the mother fucker had a kick ass life. He was the front man to the ultimate psychodelic band ever. Then he did too much acid which kicked his schizophrenia in the ass so he went bananas. He quit Pink Floyd and disappeared basically, leaving behind two acclaimed solo albums. Obviously Pink Floyd went on to do bigger and better things and he didn't even have to do any of the fucking work. He got to chill by himself in a sustained self-reality. Basically he got fucked up a lot, never got caught and became a musical legend that will never be forgotten. Who the fuck wouldn't want that? So tonight when I raise a glass of what the fucking alcoholic ever it'll be for good ole fuckin' Syd.
