Shine on

A Google search for the Pink Floyd song See Emily Play revealed that Syd Barrett, a founding member of the band, would have been 75 this year.

Pink Floyd were the musical accompaniment to the one term I really spent at university.  The following term, I moved out of the hall of residence to live with family in Kew, the term after that, I dropped out altogether.  When returning to the LSE a year later, I turned up at lectures, wrote the essays and sat the exams, but never re-engaged with student life.

For one term only, I lived London student life: going to see the Royal Shakespeare Company at the Aldwych on Monday nights on student standby tickets that cost £1.10 each; going to concerts in places like the Tottenham Court Road; going to discos and parties.  Every experience seemed an intense contrast with an upbringing in rural England.

In 1979, London was at the point of transition from its old down at heel self to the new, brash self it was to become during the Thatcher years.  There was still a pie and mash shop in a street close to the student hall in Rosebery Avenue.  Clerkenwell Market still had market traders who could have told tales of the city in wartime.  Mount Pleasant sorting office was at the heart of the post office when writing letters was still a key means of communication.  At the tube station at The Angel, the platforms were still reached by lifts with folding gates.

There was an intensity about everything in those weeks, even the colours are bright in the memory: the reds and greens of the Underground trains in the days when carriages on some lines still had wooden floors; the blues and yellows of the British Rail locomotives; the whites and the purples of discos lit with ultra violet light.

All through those autumn months, Pink Floyd played.  My room mate seemed to have every album, including those from the days before Syd Barrett parted company with the band in 1968.  In 1979, 1968 seemed a different age.  When you are 18 going on 19, something eleven years before belongs to a different world.

Never taking as much as a puff of the cannabis joints that would be passed around at student gatherings (the tobacco in the roll ups would have triggered an asthmatic attack), there was still something about  Pink Floyd’s music that conjured  thoughts and images that would find a place in a realm of magical realism.

Syd Barrett left Pink Floyd when he was barely older than the undergraduates who hung on the lyrics of his group.  Watching See Emily Play for a moment, it is 1979 again.

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3 Responses to Shine on

  1. Doonhamer says:

    The curse of UV lighting.
    It showed up the quality of your shirt and your teeth.
    Cheap synthetic material did not glow and dental fillings and crowns showed up. As did dandruff.
    The humilities of adolescence.

  2. Ian says:

    When I went to Dublin in the 1980s, there used to be UV lighting in pub toilets. I was told that cocaine did not show up under UV light!

  3. Doonhamer says:

    In Australia the toilets have blue lighting.
    Supposedly it stops the self jabbers finding a vein.

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