From THE DEVIL AND PRESTON BLACK:
It was either July or August. One of those nights when an open window and a box fan only made things worse. I sat on my roof, crying or something. Probably crying. I had Pink Floyd Animals playing over and over. A full moon crept up over the mountains, shining a dense blue light bright enough to make nighttime shadows appear. Without wind I could hear every cricket for a thousand miles. A couple of hound dogs had a raccoon treed down by Deckers Creek. And, for a moment, I felt like the only person on earth. Like all the loneliness manifested itself in the sudden disappearance of everything I'd ever known. The world, with just me in it, suddenly had felt like a very cold place.
At some point the tape had flipped back to side one. "Dogs" came on, even if I didn't really notice it. And the humid air, an amplifier for all those non-human sounds, brought the crickets and the hound dogs right up to my roof. The moon came over the treetops, washing out the city lights below me. And the dogs—either the ones from the tape or real ones—got closer. The dogs were like a bridge between the tape and real life, and it became hard to tell which was which. Suddenly being alone really scared me. I don't really remember what happened after that.
Even though that phase of my life ended that night, the details will always stick with me. The way the moon and the city looked. Individual trees, and the leaves just scattering the moonlight like a chrome bumper scatters brake lights. The feel of the shingles and the slope of the roof on my bare feet. I didn't know if it was the most dream-like experience I'd ever had, or the most life-like dream, but last night, up in Dani's apartment, felt just like that night on my roof.
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Here's a show that captures a little of that feeling. It's hot here in Uniontown. But no moon. Otherwise, tonight is a lot like the night I described in my book.
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"Have A Cigar"
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June 27th 1977
Lineage: "Have A Cigar" My Silver > CDWave > Flac5
Disc 1: 50:38
1. Sheep 10:57
2. Pigs On The Wing Pt1 1:21
3. Dogs 17:47
4. Pigs On The Wing Pt2 2:20
5. Pigs 19:11
Disc 2: 70:29
1. Shine On Your Crazy Diamond Pt1-5 13:13
2. Welcome To The Machine 8:08
3. Have A Cigar 5:02
4. Wish You Where Here 6:49
5. Shine On Your Crazy Diamond Pt6-9 17:11
6. Money 12:09
7. Us And Them 7:53
Total Time: 121:07
Have A Cigar (Cannonball CA-240015/16)
Boston Garden, Boston, MA - June 27th, 1977
Disc 1: Sheep, Pigs On The Wing (part 1), Dogs, Pigs On The Wing (part 2), Pigs (three different ones)
Disc 2: Shine On You Crazy Diamond (parts 1-5), Welcome To The Machine, Have A Cigar, Wish You Were Here, Shine On You Crazy Diamond (parts 6-9), Money, Us & Them
There have been many releases coming out of the east documenting tapes from Pink Floyd's In The Flesh tour, this being the fourth release in the past month (Pigs Fly Over America, Welcome To The Machine and Racial Violence being the other three). It is indeed a classic tour and the last time that the band truly toured the United States and Have A Cigar represents the final Boston concert with Roger Waters in the band. This is a superb sounding stereo audience recording made by the same one who made the second tape source of the 1975 show at the same venue.
Previous releases of this show include The Perfect Day on Ayanami, but this comes from the complete and unprocessed master that has recently been circulating. It is better sounding and longer than any other and is the definitive version of a spectacular show that is definitely worth having. This is Pink Floyd after touring for several months, so they are extremely tight, but before their frustrations began to surface in the New York concerts the following week. Waters shouts out "48" during "Pigs (Three Different Ones)" and comments at the end "The perfect end to a perfect day".
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