I never liked older music. My taste before Pink Floyd consisted of music I would now consider musical garbage. Then, in May of this year my mother showed me The Dark Side of the Moon on CD. I have seen the cover like every other human being at least once, but never actually listened to it. I was going on a trip to visit some family members, so I ripped it to my iPod, and went. On the bus as I was scrolling through my music, and noticed it. I initially tried to ignore it, but decided to give it a listen. If there would’ve been a camera pointing at my face at that moment, it would’ve seen what every person looks like when finally listening to real music. I kept that face for about a minute or two, and then came the reflection. The reflection on how much I have missed of real music. But, I always disliked Wish You Were Here. When it turned 50, I said “It can’t hurt” so I gave it a listen. And, here we are now.
Thank you for making me realize music can mean more
Bálint, 14 from Hungary
