Obituary for a hidden star

Yesterday I found out, through a friend with similar musical taste to my own, of a very sad piece of news. Rick Wright, keyboard player for Pink Floyd, co-founder of the band, innovator of sounds, melancholic soul of their melodies and main base for the musicality of their tunes died on the 15th by the hand of a furious and quick cancer.

This news item, to my understanding, as important as the death of other renouned stars of the musical world, almost made no sound. Even requiems in Rolling Stone weren't big enough for his talent and career, but mostly just a small resume of his musical career.

To understand the profoundness of his talent, you have to carefully listen to the Pink Floyd tracks in which he played pianos, hammonds and other synths and keys which simply flow like a river of sound upon which Dave Gilmour did his guitar acrobatics, as well as that spectacular Clare Torry (mother of Sam Brown whom we remember for tracks like that single "Stop" and who also made her mother the honour of repeating her feat in Earl's Court's concert)'s blues solo in "The Great Gig in the Sky" (I've alwasy wanted that piece played in my funeral).

Little has also been heard his career in solitary, with just two albums (Wet dream and Broken China) and another team-up, but in my opinion his talent was "one of those" that achieves full potential when interacting with the other members of the band.

All the info on his life is out there on the net. What talent he has left us will allways be too little. When an artist dies, the loss cannot be measured.

Rick, you will live forever. Rest in peace.