Alexandra

When I was a kid & got sick, I always ran very high fevers. I would hallucinate & imagine the craziest things; Frankenstein climbing my grandmother’s NYC apartment building to get me, coaching Babe Ruth, being very upset about President Nixon & Watergate. Keep in mind that I was only 5 or 6 at the time. I would then have flashbacks of said hallucinations & thought I was crazy. When I was approaching my teen years, I heard Comfortably Numb on New York’s WBAB for the first time. I froze. IT WAS ABOUT ME. How did they know? Catching fleeting glimpses, my hands feeling alien to my body, having the feeling once again, all of it. When I went to Sam Goody to buy the record, I couldn’t believe it was by the same band whose previous album cover had horrified & enthralled me; A man on fire, shaking another’s hand. Thus began my lifelong love affair with Pink Floyd. I’ve been to performances on Long Island, NYC, and Los Angeles. As I approach 60 these memories have become more precious. TY