Richard Wright is gone for a while now and it bothers me. The question is, why does Wright's departure bother me in particular?
Rick Wright was the keyboard player of Pink Floyd, and despite the fact he did well on numerous tracks (including my favorite record of all time, The Dark Side of the Moon), he was never the band's dominant figure. Yet he, as well as the rest of his band, touched me: I grew up on Pink Floyd. Eras of my life have been accompanied by Pink Floyd's music, especially my teens.
As I watched a couple of Pink Floyd documentaries this week I seem to have realized his departure saddens me because it marks the end of an era. My carefree childhood days are gone, the same way that Pink Floyd is now gone and can never be what it had been no matter what potential reunions take place.
Needless to say, there is not much sense in such a view of the world. At the time, my teens did not seem care free at all; not to mention my army days. Yet Richard Wright's music is still with me, living through bits on CDs, hard drives and my brain.