I am not afraid to die. Any time will do, I don’t mind. Why should I be frightened of dying? There’s no reason for it — you’ve got to do it sometime.
Gerry O’Driscoll was the doorman at Abbey Road Studios in late 1972. He, like quite a few other random people, was put in a dark room with a live microphone, and asked to respond to questions on flash cards to generate audio samples. This particular bit was sampled in The Great Gig In The Sky. I cannot pick between that sample, “There’s someone in my head, but it’s not me,” and “Don’t give me that do goody-good bullshit,” as my favorite lines from Dark Side Of The Moon, an album that holds up very, very well indeed nearly forty years after it was recorded (!), and which deserves to be listened to all the way through.
My wife calls Pink Floyd “That strange band that boys like and the more they listen to it the less they get laid,” but I refuse to stop listening to them despite the implied threat in her (sadly accurate) description. And no, I wasn’t smoking anything when I listened to Dark Side again recently; I confess to a enjoying few fingers of Scotch, though.