David

Thank you for being the soundtrack to my youth, my adulthood, and my soul. I was brought into this world with a 1988 world tour poster (with the plane) hanging on the wall of my nursery, per my father. As a kid, of course I loved songs like Another Brick in The Wall Part 2, but as I matured, Floyd hits you like a ton of bricks. As a growing adolescent, it may suddenly dawn upon you that you WILL die, and the uncertain future yet undeniable reality of that can be terrifying. Pink Floyd provided a certain type of solace, showing that most all of us have tackled with that reality. Pink Floyd’s sound captures the beauty, sorrow, and angst of a fleeting mortality, and it is amazing they did so as such young men themselves. From me experimenting with “clove” cigarettes with my high school best friend, watching Live at Pompeii on VHS in my parents basement, to the never ending soundtrack to my current commutes, I will always love Pink Floyd.

Roger, Syd, Rick, Nick, and David

Thank you.