y’all can skip this post if you want. it’s personal, but not, in a lot of ways. it’s a downer though… do what you like.
in sadness related to that group of friends, the ’80’s crew, those who lived in the Zone, orbited the Zone, or visited the Zone somewhat regularly, out comes the Pink Floyd.
you’d have to have been there – trust me.
i mean, Rush, Marillion, and Harry Chapin got played as much or more, but Floyd… Floyd was the ‘oh shit’ music.
sometimes it was the ‘call the ambulance’ music.
took me a long time to be able to listen to Floyd and not go back to those unhappy times, longer still to be able to listen to ‘The Wall’ without it giving me daytime nightmares.
and right now, the guitar licks in the intro on “Shine On You Crazy Diamond” feel like home.
i really wish they didn’t. i wish i wasn’t listening to them because i Need to. i wish i didn’t know i was going to cry through “Wish You Were Here”.
remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.
yeah, i remember.
listening to: Shine On You Crazy Diamond (Parts I – IV) – Pink Floyd
mood: edge of tears