“So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking,
Racing around to come up behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you’re older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.”
Are these the most perfect lyrics of all time?
I went to see a Pink Floyd tribute act – ‘Brit Floyd’ – on Sunday at Birmingham’s Symphony Hall. I know, I know, tribute acts are lame, aren’t they? Because really, what’s the point in going to see live music unless it’s the real thing? So what if The Real Thing are in their seventies and their voices have started to sound like cats vomiting gravel and broken glass? So what if The Real Thing costs half of your monthly salary, unless you you’re happy being sat so far away from the stage that you’re practically back…
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