I’ve been introduced to Pink Floyd by my mother and father, my father passed when I was 13, that’s when I started playing guitar and I picked up a junk acoustic guitar missing a string and worked my way up to a better one and then when that one broke I got a even better one until now where I got a electric guitar with a tremolo bar and the first song I played was comfortably numb followed by poles apart and sorrow. Thank you for the music, the stories, and the feelings you give. Its never been just music, its a message left for the listener