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It's 50 years since Pink Floyd released The Dark Side of the Moon. I don't have anything new to say about DSOTM. It's one of the greatest rock albums ever made, and if you haven't heard it yet, you should.
So then, shortly after finishing up with Antonia Wood, I headed off to The Blues Kitchen in Brixton for a DSOTM tribute evening. In the upstairs room I joined a crowd of middle-aged rockers to watch a tribute band – they didn't give their name – perform DSOTM in its entirety without a break. It's possible to be snooty about tribute bands, because after all the original is always the best, but they were pretty good: as near as makes no difference. We all loved it. We were swaying in tune with the music and of course we all knew the lyrics off by heart.
Afterwards by way of an encore they played Wish You Were Here, We Don't Need No Education, and Comfortably Numb. What a way to go.
I'm experiencing a massive outpouring of love. It's a sense of the oneness of all things, an identification with everything else in the universe, a feeling of compassion towards everyone. This is the sort of experience you have in response to a number of stimuli – in this case rock euphoria combined with coming out as Ariane. How long can this last?
