Complete, indeed.
How does one rate such a monumental undertaking? Povey has compiled for us in this massive volume a record of every concert ever played by Pink Floyd, with as much detail possible added to the notes on every single appearance, from set lists, to band lineup, to instruments used. Included are every performance of every member of the band in all their previous bands before joining Pink Floyd, and every performance of every iteration of the bands that would eventually become Pink Floyd. Meticulous bios and timelines are included for every member. Original sources were combed for the greatest accuracy possible, rather than relying on contemporary anecdotes of past events. Photos and posters and set lists and doodles and tickets and memorabilia are collected and included in copious illustrations. Articles by the author pepper the book, synthesizing each section in readable introductions. Every recording session is listed, along with notes of who was present and the results of the sessions. Of course, a detailed discophotography is included.
This massive, glossy, colourful book is a mindfuck.
At a certain point, a tsunami of information ceases to be interesting and just turns into a white noise mess of static. This may be fitting since I now know that one of the earliest recordings of Pink Floyd was basically droning, unlistenable noise. Yes. They sold that as a record, back in the day. That's definitely never coming up in conversation. That's just taking up room in my head now.
I did not read this book. I looked at every page, scanned every picture. I read every article over one paragraph long. It felt like a chore. The writer did not use engaging language, nor communicate his obvious passion for the band or their music in his prose. Words in this book are meant only to convey the most amount of measurable information possible, with no attempt to justify why such information ought to be known.
This is not a book. I mean, it is an item made of pages bound together by a spine, with words inside. But, really. This could have worked wonderfully as an online database. I mean, clearly this was a shit tonne of work. Who would want to know all this besides the author, I could never guess. Why it needed a glossy, colourful presentation on thick pages, I have no idea. It doesn't raise the interest in the content.
To be clear, I like Pink Floyd. They are one of my favourite bands. But I could not find it in myself to spend more than the absolute minimum amount of time finding the prose in this book between pages and pages of small type lists so I could basically just say I finished it. I kept hoping that the next section would contain some nugget or truth that might justify delving deeper. But, no. The author and the book itself assume the reader's apt attention and passionate desire to know literally every minute detail from the history of this band to keep the pages turning.
Part of writing is research. It's an important part. Books that skip it, fiction or not, are usually garbage. But another part part of writing is synthesis and analysis and communication of that research into a message for an audience. I don't know if I've ever found a book before this one that did the former and not the latter.
I mean, if the subject of the book gave similar feelings when listened to as this book gives - overwhelming exhaustion and the feeling of drowning in a swimming pool of trivial pursuit cards - then I think the book would be justified as an art piece. This book gives me the feelings I am often trying to avoid when I decide to put on a Pink Floyd record.
I can't imagine this pile of colours, shapes, and letters would even be made accessible or open up any reason for its existence if one used mind altering chemicals to try to penetrate it.
This is an oddity. It is a conversation piece. It is a primary source for someone else to use to write a real, engaging, readable biography of one of last century's greatest bands. It is a symptom of something, I'm sure. Or perhaps an item to one day be used as evidence.
I can only recommend this book to some future Pink Floyd biographer, or to anyone who just wants to flip through it at their library and say "Holy shit. This exists."
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Trade Paperback
Chicago Review Press, 2010
Originally published 2006 by Mind Head Publishing
Designed by Bradbury and Williams
One Star
March 19-21, 2018
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