You look at the lineage and make up a cred chart, which usually runs: Main singer-songwriter (Yes!), Main singer (Yes). You have to consider the how-valid-is-it? question. Now, in terms of credibility, “splinter bands” – or solo band members playing the much of the main band’s catalog with other musicians – usually sparks fan interest but also raises questions. I thought, “OK, is this something particularly English – where enough fans know the early stuff to make this viable? Or might this morph into a US tour? Be still, my heart.” I first heard of them playing UK dates last year. Which brings me to Floyd drummer Nick Mason and his Floyd-ian quintet, Saucerful of Secrets, which played Boston’s Orpheum Theater April 13. Yes, play your solo songs, but do not forget what got you here.) NICK MASON SOS Portsmouth 23-9-18 ©Jill Furmanovsky (Same went for when Waters and guitarist Dave Gilmour did solo projects. Those early years, before Roger Waters became the dominant visionary power, were primordial for them and, let’s face it, not the songs the Dark Side- and-beyond audience wanted to hear. Sure, they’d often start with the throbbing, menacing “One of These Days,” but that was pretty much it. (See my Syd story, posting soon on this site.)Īs much as I saw and reviewed Pink Floyd in concert over the years, I never heard much of the early material. And then those first two albums, The Piper at the Gates of Dawn and A Saucerful of Secrets (repackaged in a cheapo double-pack for us newbies as “ A Nice Pair”), where I learned about the legend and martyr, Syd Barrett, the tragically damaged one-time band-leader. Like many new Floyd fans, Dark Side was my gateway drug and I worked backwards through Meddle, Atom Heart Mother, More, Obscured by Clouds, Relics and Ummagumma. Like many kids of my generation, I bought Dark Side of the Moon in 1973, fell in love with its bleak beauty and cinematic scope, its envisioning of home comfort, the fears of never leaving your home town, its condemnation of greed and runaway capitalism and its evocation of madness. No future for you.) The Pink Floyd catalog I owned remained on my playlist. I stuck with the Floyd through punk’s first blush and my reward came the following year with the deeply cynical/realistic/nihilistic “Animals” album, which may have been prog in sound and vision, but punk in attitude. Johnny Rotten and his famous “I HATE” shirt See, Pink Floyd was one of the few ‘70s (now classic) rock bands that had survived the punk purge in my world. A perfect punk gesture – and I confess I took a few cues from smart-ass punks like Rotten – but this was upsetting to me. It was a Pink Floyd shirt with an “I HATE” scrawled atop the band’s moniker. There’s a famous t-shirt Johnny Rotten was photographed wearing back in 1976. Nick Mason comes alive at Portsmouth 23-9-2018 by Jill Furmanovsky
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