Musically speaking, it's been a good week for us.

Despite both being sick and the weather STILL being SERIOUSLY LOUSY WHEN THE HELL IS IT GOING TO GET SUNNY MY GOOD GOD IT'S JUNE ALREADY we've had a few excellent things happen.

Monday was a bank holiday and we went to see David Gilmour (guitarist for Pink Floyd) at the Royal Albert Hall. I was sick and realistically shouldn't have gone out (and sat outside in line for an hour to get a good place for our SRO tickets) but man am I glad I did. We knew Gilmour would have some special guests because he was recording the Monday show (and the Tuesday show, which I DID skip) for a DVD. And yes, David Crosby and Graham Nash were there to sit in on some of the songs from the new album. That was cool. They can sing, though they're looking rough. Crosby's huge and Nash looks like Gary Busey and cannot stand still.

The sets were pretty much standard for this tour: a few Floyd songs to open, then the entire new album On an Island for the first set. The second set was more Floyd, including a blazing Echoes. It's easy to forget the true power of Pink Floyd. The music is both menacing and achingly achingly beautiful and to hear it played note-perfect in a venue like the Royal Albert Hall is somewhat overwhelming.

And then, as he has been doing, he encores with "Wish You Were Here" (with more Crosby and Nash) and a CSN song, and then...AND THEN...he brings out DAVID BOWIE.

DAVID BOWIE.

And they sing Floyd's "Arnold Layne" and it's very cool. And then they sing "Comfortably Numb" and it's quite possibly the best single live music experience I've ever had. I've had all week to try to figure out what to write that would do it justice, and I just can't. That song is perfect already (gorgeous, haunting, capped by probably the best guitar solo ever written) and freakin' DAVID BOWIE was standing up there, looking sharp as fuck, sounding amazing, singing the Roger Waters parts, while David Gilmour nails that incredible ethereal bridge and chorus. The entire hall was silent. I have never seen anything like it. (And it made me wish that I'd seen Pink Floyd...in some incarnation...at some point.)

Mike went back on Tuesday but no more Bowie (he be 60, you know...heh...).

Today, more good music things: M got a job. Not just a job, but a job at a music network. Yes, that one. AWESOME. Tonight we went BACK to the Royal Albert Hall (M was there Monday, Tuesday, and Friday this week) to see Zappa plays Zappa: Dweezil and a band - many of whom played with Frank - playing two excellent sets of Zappa music extremely well. I don't know much Zappa (outside of Peaches en Regalia, which they played, using the ORGAN at the RAH...), and M kept leaning over to tell me the song names which were seriously weird. Zappa is seriously weird. But surprisingly, the show wasn't weird at all...it was truly a celebration of Frank's music - which is challenging, complicated, and really really fun - and a lot more engaging than I expected. No Bowie, though.

So all we need is for Phish to get back together and we'll be set.