I was on the corner of a street with a guitar strapped to my person, the fool who decided to join me was a close friend of mine, armed with another guitar, much nicer than mine. It was a protest , and we were playing music for the first time. The chants held us high as we played on, our papers caught in the wind, the cars honking by, our voices drifting off away from our hands. It was great, we felt part of the scene. But then everything had faded and we were left with just us, our equipment, and $99. Thanks locals. Joined by some others, we went to the usual record stores, and I found THE album.
That was the day I bought my copy of “wish you were here”
Thank you all!