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Syd Barrett

1946-2006
By FRANKLIN BRUNO  |  July 21, 2006

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PIPER AT THE GATES OF DAWN: Barrett wasn’t long for this rock world.
Some of rock’s recluses are lucid individuals who don’t care to synch their output to the time clocks of the media and the record industry. This year alone, both Tom Verlaine and Scott Walker are coming out of hiding to end decade-plus silences with new studio albums. Other figures, driven from the spotlight by various combinations of drugs, paranoia, and emotional instability, attempt comebacks that are sometimes triumphant (Brian Wilson’s reconstructed Smile), more often disastrous, as in the case of Sly Stone’s abortive attempt to get through a single song at this year’s Grammy Awards.

Rarest of all is the artist whose public withdrawal is complete, permanent, and apparently irreversible. In this category, Pink Floyd co-founder Syd Barrett (born Roger Keith Barrett) — who died of unstated causes on July 11 in his birthplace of Cambridge, England — has few equals. Without meaning to, Barrett invented one of rock’s enduring archetypes: the visionary who burns brightly just long enough to become a bona fide star before plummeting into introversion and, in this case, a silence lasting more than 30 years. Despite this long absence — or more likely because of it — Barrett has exerted a fascination over several generations of musicians, some massively successful and some resolutely “underground,” as an unwilling symbol of an artistic purity too fragile to thrive for long in the straight world, or even in the alternative culture that rock has long claimed to represent.

His reputation rests on one of the slimmest discographies of any major rock figure. Only the Pink Floyd’s 1967 debut, The Piper at the Gates of Dawn (the definite article was dropped from the band’s name around the time of his departure), and the related singles (“See Emily Play”) show him at the height of his powers as a songwriter and guitarist. (There are no recordings of Floyd’s early, free-form performances at the UFO club and other Swinging London flashpoints, only their audiences’ utopian memories.) Barrett contributed just a single song, “Jugband Blues,” to the band’s second album, plus two outtakes, one of them the all-too-revealing, oft-bootlegged “Vegetable Man.”

Ousted for his erratic behavior, on stage and off (the rest of the band simply decided to stop picking him up for rehearsals), Barrett made fitful attempts at a solo career that resulted in The Madcap Laughs and Barrett (both 1970). It’s hard to hear these recordings as anything but documents of a mind coming loose from itself, with flashes of his lyric and melodic gifts emerging from a fog of marginal rhythm guitar and half-hearted vocalizing. Overdubs from various members of Floyd and the Soft Machine give some tracks a semblance of coherence, but just as often, songs that he wouldn’t — or, by this time, couldn’t — play the same way twice are left as hesitant acoustic sketches, complete with false starts.

An attempted third album in 1971 didn’t even get this far; Barrett never added vocals, and the sessions were scrapped. He soon retreated from the rock world entirely, settling in Cambridge with his mother and subsisting on publishing royalties and, according to some obituaries, some form of disability. Floyd biographer Nicholas Schaeffner quotes a statement by a family member, on the occasion of the 1988 release of the outtakes collection Opel: “He doesn’t play musical instruments anymore.” Nothing indicates that this changed in the years since.

Although much of the interest in Barrett is focused on his personal trajectory, it would be unfair to leave the music out of the equation. The Piper at the Gates of Dawn remains a touchstone, marking even more decisively than the post–Revolver Beatles the transition from “rock and roll,” with its pronounced roots in British R&B, to “rock” as an autonomous form. (This is also related to the respectable family backgrounds of Pink Floyd’s line-up, Barrett included; they dropped even the Stones’ pretense to being pub-crawling working-class toughs.) Well aware of the non-jazz improvisation of London’s AMM, Barrett and company didn’t invent the kind of free-form experimentation harnessed, most famously, on “Interstellar Overdrive.” And they certainly didn’t invent the mystic, mythic whimsy of the album’s lyrics, which as far as British pop goes extends as far back as Beatrice Lillie’s “There Are Fairies at the Bottom of Our Garden.” But Pink Floyd synthesized them — on Piper’s best tracks, Barrett’s eccentric but tuneful popcraft and his echo-laced guitar adventures co-exist with little evident tension.

It’s this combination, along with Barrett’s pre-burnout personal charisma, that influenced British rock. David Bowie once said, “When Syd Barrett left, there was no Pink Floyd for me anymore,” and Bowie’s first self-transformation, from polite popster Davy Jones to the scarves-and-flowers groove child of Space Oddity, owes much to Barrett’s example. Marc Bolan was another follower, codifying Barrett’s lyrical concerns and proto-glam image into a hitmaking formula soon after the original had left the scene.

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on the regular comment angle:No matter what one believes about Barrett-One thing is CERTAIN: He wrote the book on how to be the lanky,snakeskin booted,Wild haired, pretty boy-child Rock star. He made the template.. he looked the part- sounded the part, lived the part -and ultimately died the part... There will NEVER be another like him. the mold wasn't broken-because before him there never was one. he was a singular creature-in talent, stage presence, looks, and attitude. His story is the quintesential one of the Swinging 60's London-and all that exploded onto the scene there.. this was great article.well written.. but on the personal side.. i lost one of my greatest heroes-and my greatest single muse ... he was an inspiration to me -when I was at my lowest point- knowing he stayed alive thru his tough years.. made it possible for me to think there was light at the end of my tunnel; and perhaps a new way to express my self in my music- he gave me the courage to be the songwriter i always wanted to be... and topuched my heart with the fragile beauty of his songs... in all the years of playing and listening to music.. i can honestly say-that there is no one who sounds ike Syd Barrett- No one. period. And although he hadn't been active in muisc-just knowing he ws there -in his house -doing whatever- was a soothing comfort to me... his passing has left a void ..in my heart-and the world of music-which can never be filled by anyone else. please m.. do yourself a favor- and take an excursion into the music of syd Barrett. you will be glad you did- it will enrich you and give you agift no one can take away Rest in Peace Sweet Syd...
By Sherry Salzman on 07/19/2006 at 2:54:30

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