The untimely death of Pink Floyd
founder Roger Keith "Syd" Barrett on July 7th, continues to dominate
the news. For the first time in thirty years, his sister Rosemary has
given an interview to author Tim Willis, which is published in the UK's
Sunday Times
this morning. It gives many fascinating insights into the truth behind
the man, from one of the few people who knew him intimately, and
visited or spoke to him on the phone, on a daily basis.
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Sunday Times, July 16th 2006 |
In the article, she describes her
brother as "a loving man who 'simply couldn’t understand' the continued
interest in his distant Pink Floyd years and was too absorbed in his
own thoughts to spare time for fans". She is also adamant that he
neither suffered from mental illness nor received treatment for it at
any time since they resumed regular contact 25 years ago.
Barrett lived in a small
semi-detached house in Cambridge with his mother until her death in
1991 and then remained there alone. “So much of his life was boringly
normal,” said Rosemary. “He looked after himself and the house and
garden. He went shopping for basics on his bike — always passing the
time of day with the local shopkeepers — and he went to DIY stores like
B&Q for wood, which he brought home to make things for the house
and garden.
“Actually, he was a hopeless
handyman, he was always laughing at his attempts, but he enjoyed it.
Then there was his cooking. Like everyone who lives on their own, he
sometimes found that boring but he became good at curries.
“When Roger was working he liked
to listen to jazz tapes. Thelonious Monk, Django Reinhardt, Charlie
Parker and Miles Davis were his favourites — he always found something
new in them — but apart from the early Rolling Stones, he’d lost
interest in pop music a long time ago.
“As for a television or radio, he
didn’t feel the need to own one because he didn’t want to waste any
energy concentrating on it. It’s not that he couldn’t apply his mind.
He read very deeply about the history of art and actually wrote an
unpublished book about it, which I’m too sad to read at the moment. But
he found his own mind so absorbing that he didn’t want to be distracted.
Rosemary expands on his leisure
interests, and explained how they'd sometimes go to the seaside, or how
he would quite often take the train to London, on his own, to visit
major art collections. She explains in the interview how he used his
love of flowers, and combined this with his love of painting.
She said: "He would
photograph a particular flower and paint a large canvas from the
photograph. Then he would make a photographic record of the picture
before destroying the canvas. In a way, that was very typical of his
approach to life. Once something was over, it was over. He felt no need
to revisit it.
“That’s why he avoided contact
with journalists and fans. He simply couldn’t understand the interest
in something that had happened so long ago and he wasn’t willing to
interrupt his own musings for their sake. After a while he and I
stopped discussing the times he was bothered. We both knew what we
thought and we simply had nothing more to add. It became easiest to
pretend those incidents never happened and just blank them out.
“Roger may have been a bit
selfish — or rather self-absorbed — but when people called him a
recluse they were really only projecting their own disappointment. He
knew what they wanted but he wasn’t willing to give it to them."
The over-riding feeling between
Rosemary and her brother was clearly love: “I gave it to him and he
gave it to me. He was incredibly supportive when our mother died. And
in the past week I’ve been surprised to learn how popular he was with
the local tradesmen. He was simply a very lovable person.
“He showed his personality in
lots of different ways — which some outsiders found confusing — but
underneath he was solid as a rock. It may have been a responsibility to
look out for him, but it was never a burden.”
The full, fascinating interview can be read through this link.
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