Pink Floyd
Jugband blues

The delicacy of such a strong, so important warning could only come from an absolute awareness of the positions taken and predetermined by each individual path inserted in the general context. Barrett's achievement of this compassion in analyzing a situation that has reached a point of no return, where at a certain point Syd could only observe the dynamics and intentions of the other members striving for normalization and self-guided towards a sustainable speed both for their nature and from the system's instinct of preservation that acts to bring everything back onto the predetermined tracks. Syd does not sign.

Syd's acceptance of understanding the moment of his exit from the scene aligns him, by psychic force, with all those human beings who have lived and died for the Truth: Jesus crucified, Socrates forced to drink poison, and all those who until the end preached the exit from the cave and who received what Plato feared, rejection and elimination.

In this case, Barrett inflicted a type of suicide that was devastating for others: this condition of lacking a foothold like physical death did not create in the collective unconscious the homologation of the end. In fact, in all the years of seclusion and many years after his death, Syd still hovers among us.

But it has been convenient for our small consciences to dress him as something unforeseen, relegating and redesigning him to "preserve ourselves," as an acceptable lunatic. It can be understood, but sooner or later we will have to come to terms with ourselves.

I have always understood Roger Keith Barrett as a person endowed with a real and unconventional mastery of the present. The proof that he did not try to make disciples without tempting us with a potential guru career exonerates him from any egoic speculation that makes him continue to "shine". If this can't be spoken of as a completely fulfilled life, you decide.

The little orchestra of the soul plays a tune that, at the end of the piece, derails into impersonal lands where the vision of the invisible resides. Surrounded by increasingly unstable and conventional behaviors from others, Syd's farewell is to humanity: "I did what I could, now goodbye folks!" The farewell was decided by him, the solitude is all ours.

"And what is truly a dream, and what is exactly a joke...?"