Mort de Richard Wright.
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rvteo
http://fr.news.yahoo.com/afp/20080915/tcu-gb-musique-deces-22cf8bc.html
roman66
J'entends résonner la sublime deuxième voix d'Echoes...
Heldon jazzyTron
Oserais-je vous dire que... je viens d'écouter Great Gig in the Sky ... !?...
La vie, c'est comme un train de montagne
roman66
Oiseau Bondissant
Put*** je m'en remets pas. Je reste scotché devant PULSE depuis 2 heures, je le passe en boucle et je me dis que c'est fini tout ça
« Ce n'est pas sur une montagne qu'on trébuche, mais sur une pierre. » - Proverbe indien
Oiseau Bondissant
Citation : No one can replace Richard Wright. He was my musical partner and my friend.
In the welter of arguments about who or what was Pink Floyd, Rick's enormous input was frequently forgotten.
He was gentle, unassuming and private but his soulful voice and playing were vital, magical components of our most recognised Pink Floyd sound.
I have never played with anyone quite like him. The blend of his and my voices and our musical telepathy reached their first major flowering in 1971 on 'Echoes'. In my view all the greatest PF moments are the ones where he is in full flow. After all, without 'Us and Them' and 'The Great Gig In The Sky', both of which he wrote, what would 'The Dark Side Of The Moon' have been? Without his quiet touch the Album 'Wish You Were Here' would not quite have worked.
In our middle years, for many reasons he lost his way for a while, but in the early Nineties, with 'The Division Bell', his vitality, spark and humour returned to him and then the audience reaction to his appearances on my tour in 2006 was hugely uplifting and it's a mark of his modesty that those standing ovations came as a huge surprise to him, (though not to the rest of us).
Like Rick, I don't find it easy to express my feelings in words, but I loved him and will miss him enormously.
David Gilmour
Monday 15th September 2008
« Ce n'est pas sur une montagne qu'on trébuche, mais sur une pierre. » - Proverbe indien
Mekanik Zain
Il était les ailes du Flamant Rose ....
Ne fallait-il pas sacrifier Dieu lui-même et, par cruauté vis-à-vis de soi-même, adorer la pierre, la bêtise, la lourdeur, le destin, le néant ? F. Nietzsche
Heldon jazzyTron
Pendant ce temps là, dans la plus haute tour du pouvoir français, tout allait bien
La vie, c'est comme un train de montagne
One_
à la fin , j'ai pas pu m'empecher de jouer quelques notes de "the great gig in the sky"....
ce soir je suis en deuil comme tous les fans du Floyd, qui n'aurait jamais été le Floyd tel que nous le connaissons sans M. Wright...
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