In the spirit of that day I bought my husband a ticket to see The Pink Floyd Experience. On the surface this looked like a bad gift of torture for my KISA. He hates cover bands and that’s exactly what PFE is. Obviously. Well, not so obvious. In college I was treated to a Pink Floyd “Light Show”. We sat slumped in a darkened auditorium, heads tilted back, watching the ceiling for strobe lights and laser beams in purple and green. They played the real deal – the entire Dark Side album. I had a stiff neck for days afterwards and walked around with my head tilted to one side as if I suffered from being constantly curious or confused. Those of us who stayed for the entire show (those who didn’t mutter, “this sucks” as they made for the nearest exit), all had the crooked look.
But, I digress. This Pink Floyd Experience was certainly an experience. Three rows back from the stage and dead center. I couldn’t have picked a better seat for myself. Right smack in front of the drummer. After the first deafening song (In the Flesh) KISA leaned over and stated matter-of-factly, “well, they don’t suck.” I have to tell you – that’s always good to hear in reference to a gift given.
As KISA & I furtively traded candies back and forth (one piece per song), the rest of the show was a mix of surprises. Starting with staring at the band members. All but one were old enough to be original members of Floyd. Water’s “character” looked like a metal rocker complete with long black hair, tight black pants and muscle tee. He kept pointing at things, showing off massive guns. I wanted to ask him which way to the gym just to see him flex. Several other members of the band looked like they belonged with the Dead. Again, we’re talking orginal line-up. The only guy who didn’t look like he stepped out of the late 60’s/early 70’s was the sax/cowbell dude. He had a metrosexual haircut and a pretty boy face. During his solos beams of light haloed his entire body, giving rock god status to an otherwise unassuming, slight figure. His coolest part was later when, umbrella in hand, he donned a suit of light bulbs ala The Delicate Sound of Thunder. So cool. In addition, we were treated to an amazing display of vocal range from Mr. Metal (my head still hurts from that), amazing bass solos, and there was even a flying pig.
The Setlist (thanks, Roadie Dude!):
1 –
- (Tigers Intro)
- In the Flesh
- Happiest Days of Our Lives
- Another Brick (pt 2)
- Shine On You Crazy Diamond #1-5 (one of my faves)
- Young Lust
- Sorrow (intro)/Have a Cigar/Sorrow (outtro)
- Sheep (I could have sworn they were going to bring out the pig at this point)
- One of These Days (video of military leaders, marching armies and war freaked me out)
2-
- Astronomy Domine
- Breathe/On the Run/Time/Breathe Reprise
- Great Gig in the Sky/Money (very green song)
- Us & Them/Any Color You Like
- Brain Damage/Eclipse
Encore
- Hey You
- Comfortably Numb
- Run Like Hell
~*LunaSea*~ 
Hey darlin…in the 70’s I went to the forum and saw Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon. When they did “Time”…there are no words to describe the womans vocals. Perhaps chills. It was a concert to remember.
My husband will argue with me but when Mr. Big Guns sang the woman’s vocals in Great Gig, I thought he sounded like the real deal. It gave me the willies. Even though this was a cover band I had a great time. I still don’t have a voice from yelling so much!