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There’s something very charming about the albums musicians make when they reach old age. There’s so much more quiet contemplation of life, a matured musical expression, a confidence in their musical identity, a knowledge that they need not put on the biggest brightest show, a soft dedication to the muse.

Albums like David Bowie’s Blackstar or The Next Day, Neil Young’s Prairie Wind, Roger Waters’ Is This The Life We Really Want, Pink Floyd’s Endless River, to name a few, exude a condensed energy of their life experiences and musical inclinations that have been sharpened and honed their entire lives. These kind of albums are so very special. I’m glad my favorite musicians continue to make music when they get old, because it has just as much meaning as it did when they were younger.

Syd

day one of trying not to think about fucking that old man

Pink Floyd - Syd Barrett

Pink Floyd at Casa Madrona Hotel, California, November 1967.