But the hook for me was the haunting church organ conclusion. Hearing “Cirrus Minor” – a hypnotic folk ballad from the band’s soundtrack for the arty foreign film More – was my portal to Planet Floyd. Then, one evening in the late summer of 1969, I stumbled upon this singular band’s otherworldly sound on my local FM rock station in Cincinnati. This included the realm of everything from Creedence to Crimson.
Only a short time before, I was an infatuated 15-year-old fan of ‘progressive rock,’ which was in full bloom on ‘underground’ FM radio in the late 1960s. But, by some accounts, it may have even been much earlier. That was actually 51 years ago, if you’re keeping score at home. Yet, the timeless and improbably massive hit album about life, death, greed, madness, and man’s inhumanity to man – and not the Moon at all – began with a faint, embryonic heartbeat, less fleshed out than you might think, sometime in the waxing winter days of late 1971. Doesn’t it seem like no time at all?įor some of us, it was, indeed, a lifetime ago. The Dark Side of the Moon – Pink Floyd’s time-honored concept album with an ominous pulse from start to finish – came screaming into the world like a proverbial newborn, seemingly fully formed and full of life, on March 1, 1973.įifty years.
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