Sad Day For Stoners

Syd Barrett dies at 60. Along with that fat fuck, Jerry Garcia, Syd was instrumental in the creation of boring ass psychedelia, where the rock was surgically removed from rock n' roll and replaced with jerking off. He hadn't done anything remotely useful in over thirty years, but high school hackey-sacking assholes and old guys with tie-dye shirts and ponytails still remember the first couple of Pink Floyd albums fondly. I think Syd's departure from Floyd was the best thing that could've happened to them. Death sucks, though.