The Great Gig in the Sky

 "And I am not frightened of dying, any time will do, I don't mind.

Why should I be frightened of dying?
There's no reason for it, you've gotta go sometime."
"If you can hear this whispering you are dying."
"I never said I was frightened of dying."

Sometimes, just some odd times, you hate the all the preaching in the songs. All that goes on about what-is, what-is-not and what-could-have-been. And to put it just so simply, you give a damn about what the singer croons about. So it’s a big deal huh!

On those nights (yes, it has to be a night), put on a spoonful of Silence into your system first. Intoxicated with the noiseless everything already, do silently turn on your players and open the Floyd folder.

Go to “The Great Gig in the Sky”.     

Hit Play. 

Hit Full Volume.

After a whimper, and a whisper, a series of searing blood curling wails fill up the atmosphere. And as they progress on, with the piano pieces, you would feel all the sense organs of your body having stopped responding to any other stimuli. None at all. Those wordless wails write more and speak more than any other strings of words tied together. Frankly, it is difficult (nay, Impossible!) to document these feelings, just as it is to comprehend how such heavenly pieces of music must have been created.

For people interested in the background of it, the Song “Great Gig in the Sky” was pieced together by Richard Wright, with the wails by Clare Torry, who again was a discovery of Alan Parsons (the Floyd Album Engineer).

Some say, Clare almost declined the offer to sing and went off to a Chuck Berry Concert that night.

Some say, Pink Floyd almost used Astronaut voice recordings in space in the song instead of the Wails.

Some just forgot how history is created!!!

-Palash

May’2013, Lumding.