THIS Rhett Butler Will Never Die

Fat Old Sun, by Pink Floyd When that fat old sun in the sky is falling, Summer evening birds are calling. Summer's thunder time of year, The sound of music in my ears. Distant bells, New mown grass smells so sweet. By the river holding hands, Roll me up and lay me down. And if you sit, Don't make a sound. Pick your feet up off the ground. And if you hear as the warm night falls The silver sound from a time so strange, Sing to me, sing to me. When that fat old sun in the sky is falling, Summer evening birds are calling. Children's laughter in my ears, The last sunlight disappears. And if you sit, Don't make a sound. Pick your feet up off the ground. And if you hear as the warm night falls The silver sound from a time so strange, Sing to me, sing to me. When that fat old sun in the sky is falling, Summer evening birds are calling. Children's laughter in my ears, The last sunlight disappears.

these were the only pictures i took of the concert. the would not let me bring my proper digital camera into the stadium, even though they had advertised in advance that cameras WOULD be allowed. at the last minute the band "changed their mind". so i snapped these with my phonecam. well, from all reports that i can find, last nights event of the Pink Floyd PIG breaking free from it's restraints and floating away into the ethers was unique and unplanned. "Roger came back after intermission and asked, "Did anyone see where my PIG went?" it was hilarious as we all saw where it went, up to the sky, towards the ocean directly in the flight path of San Francisco airport. Shannon made a great joke. "Let's go find it and sell it on eBay!" Hearing them play DARK SIDE OF THE MOON with the waning moon in clear view was truly an awesome and inspiring experience. One i won't quickly forget.