The Great Gig in the Sky

Rick Wright died today. I had pretty much given up on expecting any new work from Pink Floyd, and after The Wall they had never achieved the same level of quality they did when fighting together through the '70s. They all seemed fat and happy and deservedly content to rest on their laurels (well, Roger apart, of course). But of course there's always that small chance, until something like this happens.

So it's a sad day, partly because of that small chance being gone and mostly because 65 is still too young. But Rick Wright played a large part in a really great band, and that's worth being happy about. So cheers to you, Rick, and here's hoping there's a really finely tuned Hammond organ in the sky.