'We were awful,' says Pink Floyd's Waters on band's early days

Aside from Syd Barrett, none of the guys in PInk Floyd ever seemed especially creative. Pretentious art-school pop music. But, of course, that's just my opinion.

Couldn't disagree with the above comment more. Waters' lyrics were in a class all their own, and were very noticeably absent from the post-Waters Pink Floyd albums. The post-Waters PF albums were decent...but they were just more "Pink Floyd music" rather than branching off in any new interesting directions. That's what made Waters special - he had big-picture visions that led the band from peak to peak of the many various points of their run.

No one told you when to run.

You:ve missed the starting gun.

The Floyd were great up to Wish You Were Here but after that it was all downhill, very quickly. They made some absolute classics though, and totally nailed it with Dark Side.

Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way.

Oh, so the merit of every artist has to be decided by an audience of morons , does it ?

I know that Mr. Waters & Mr.Mason are just trying to be humble, but what a stupid comment.

A lot of bands inspired by Floyd. Alabama Shakes most recently:

https://youtu.be/-oib0a2_itA?t=131

I'm thankful that they stuck with it in spite of their early lack of...talent? Regardless, there are merits to all phases of the career of Pink Floyd. I'm glad to have had their music in my life.

oh I don't know ... I was rather fond of this "Grantchester Meadows"© (Roger Waters) Ummagumma - 1969 Pink Floyd "Icy wind of night, be gone. This is not your domain. In the sky a bird ... was heard to cry. Misty morning whisperings and gentle stirring sounds Belied a deathly silence --- that lay all around.

Hear the lark and harken to the barking of the dog fox, ... gone to ground. See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water.

And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees, Laughing as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea. In the lazy water meadow --- I lay me down. All around me, Golden sunflakes, settle on the ground, Basking in the sunshine of a by gone afternoon; Bringing sounds of yesterday, into this city room. Hear the lark and harken to the barking of the dog fox, --- gone to ground.

See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water. And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees, Laughing as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea. In the lazy water meadow, ... I lay me down. All around me, Golden sunflakes covering the ground, Basking in the sunshine of a by gone afternoon, Bringing sounds of yesterday into my city room. Hear the lark and harken to the barking of the dog fox gone to ground . See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water. And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees, Laughing as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea."