Syd Barrett: Genius or Madman?

“Paagol chaara duniya chole na (The world doesn’t work without maniacs).”

– Lalon Fakir

Roger Keith Barrett, all the more broadly known as Syd Barrett, is the man credited for bringing hallucinogenic awesome music from faction status to overall acclaim. As the frontman of the very offbeat and test Pink Floyd, he brought forth hallucinogenic enjoyments, for example, ‘Interstellar Overdrive’, ‘See Emily Play’ and ‘Bicycle’ among innumerable others. As is known, his limit utilization of medications, particularly the psychedelic drug LSD, influenced his generally delicate emotional well-being, bringing about anxiety attacks and he became “distraught”, however really he was marginal schizophrenic. Be that as it may, there are different sides of a coin consistently; the franticness appeared to have fuelled his inventiveness to a dramatic degree.

Before his takeoff from Floyd, a great deal of tales about his franticness have been heard. He regularly stood in front of an audience without performing; in one show, he just played a solitary note all through; when he went up in front of an audience in the wake of exhausting an entire container of Brylcreem gel on his hair, and because of warmth of the lights on the stage, the gel began to dissolve and tumble down across his face, causing it to appear as though his face was softening! Every one of these occurrences causes one to be certain that he was a distraught hatter, yet what one neglects to acknowledge is that his brain worked in an alternate manner and he lived in his own reality. All in all, the truth was somewhat extraordinary for Syd. In spite of the fact that such jokes were a hit with the crowds, it didn’t broadcast great notes with his bandmates, who were detesting it. Until at long last, one fine day in January 1968, when Roger Waters was heading to a show at Southampton University, the band chose not to get Barrett. One individual in the vehicle said, “Will we get Syd?” and another said, “We should not trouble.” That’s the manner by which Syd Barrett quit showing up on the pages of history (as a Pink Floyd part) any longer.

Before we dig into the psyche of this peculiar character, we ought to consider the signs that showed his psychological disbalance. Unreleased melodies, for example, ‘Shout Thy Last Scream’ (which was apparently a final desperate attempt for mental stability) and ‘Vegatable Man’ are creepy tracks. Most upsetting is the track ‘Jugband Blues’ from Floyd’s subsequent collection ‘A Saucerful of Secrets’, the lone commitment of Barrett around there. The way that he was drifting over to the more obscure side of the moon was obvious to him, is clear in the tune, just as his bandmates’ inexorably opposing conduct. The a few lines “And what precisely is a fantasy/And what precisely is a joke?” is an impression of his perspective. He was unable to separate between whether he was dreaming, or whether his psyche was pulling pranks on him, and he could fail to address it. Envision the sheer frightfulness and hopelessness! What’s more, fathom the profundity of those words.

The issue that crosses over into intolerability anyway was a training meeting which ended up being Syd’s last meeting with the band. He had come in with another tune named “Have You Got It Yet?” The band took in the genuinely simple organization, and they began sticking. Barrett anyway changed the plan and song marginally. They again needed to learn it once more. However, Barrett continued transforming it with each new practice. This brought about the musicians attempting to find Syd, and the music was all harum scarum! On the off chance that this wasn’t sufficient, in the tune, Syd would ask “Have it yet?” and the wide range of various individuals needed to yell “No! No! No!” as an answer to the inquiry. The dumbfounding disclosure here is that Syd Barrett had not thought of a tune by any stretch of the imagination. He came up an idea! The tune was simply the idea! The melody would have a steadily evolving structure, and different individuals would not get the tune right, or “Have you got it at this point?” would not be substantial! This was what the schizophrenic brain delivered. Presently you can call it ‘sheer franticness’ or ‘supreme virtuoso’, yet it will make you think and marvel. You can wonder about it or excuse it, yet you will see the value in the idea, and regard the way that he attempted to carry out it. It anyway can never be known whether he did this because of dislike, or whether it was another genuine creation, however this badge of his particular awareness of what’s actually funny didn’t look good with different individuals. They at long last had enough of him! Roger Waters put down his bass, left the room, and never endeavored to play with Barrett again. He called it “a genuine demonstration of distraught virtuoso”.

Presently its upto you to choose whether you believe Syd Barrett to be really frantic or a virtuoso, however why should we pass judgment? Also, there is an extremely slight line among franticness and virtuoso. Concerning me, I’ll leave you with a minuscule idea: Can you think about what really went on in that lovely brain?