I wish I could. Come to the show, that is. My personal favorite Syd story involves the time he went to the tailor, picked out a pair of pants, and asked for three pairs in three different sizes. My second favorite Syd story involves the time he crushed mandrax and then mixed them with vaseline before applying the mixture to his head. Then the stage lights caused the goop to melt. Anyone brave enough to lick Stu's head that night would have gotten marvelously, heroically stoned.
UF - As for the pants, maybe he had a precognition of his impending fatness.
I actually have heard that second story. Apparently it inspired the dripping wax image in The Wall. Also, I think Roger Waters or someone said that Syd would never waste good mandrax. So there.
Very good point. I only got the chance to do a few quaaludes, "the American Mandrax", but you'd have never caught me putting them in my hair. Then again, after a couple, I'm not sure I could have found my hair. Or my face even.
I think I've said too much already. A girl can't lay down all her cards at once. Good thing my deck goes higher than 52. I wish I were a guy so I could pee anywhere I wanted while standing up. That's real power. I'd like to meet the following: My great-great grandparents, the N. Oklahoma ones, not the Swiss gentry. My woebegone friendship with Adam G. The man who's going to be with me till we're retired to the porch swing sucking on glycerine tablets, and who still reads to me at night, while I rub his feet. My ambitions with commitment and discipline. The characters from old David Lee Roth videos. Hot carb on carb action. That fucker who keeps trying to take the bbq, in a dark alley, satan's minions, lilliputians, nigglers, pifflers, piddlers, snake-oil peddlers, cripples, do-gooders, truth-seekers, sweethearts, wandering minstrels, interlopers, robber barons, saints, sinners, people who snort and guffaw, holler and whoop, tender tender people with good hearts, and all my fat little babies. I like BUTTER! And Vitamin Z!
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I wish I could. Come to the show, that is. My personal favorite Syd story involves the time he went to the tailor, picked out a pair of pants, and asked for three pairs in three different sizes. My second favorite Syd story involves the time he crushed mandrax and then mixed them with vaseline before applying the mixture to his head. Then the stage lights caused the goop to melt. Anyone brave enough to lick Stu's head that night would have gotten marvelously, heroically stoned.
They don't break them like Syd anymore.
UF - As for the pants, maybe he had a precognition of his impending fatness.
I actually have heard that second story. Apparently it inspired the dripping wax image in The Wall. Also, I think Roger Waters or someone said that Syd would never waste good mandrax. So there.
Very good point. I only got the chance to do a few quaaludes, "the American Mandrax", but you'd have never caught me putting them in my hair. Then again, after a couple, I'm not sure I could have found my hair. Or my face even.
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