I became a Pink Floyd fan not by choice, but by my dad being the only one who could control the car radio. From as young as I could remember, these albums became my new religion. These albums became memories with my dad. I’ve listened to The Wall and Dark Side of the Moon more times than I can count, but just like my old man, I’ll never get tired of them.
I enter a new space when the music hits, the transformative beats and transcendent guitar solos, the grief and the despair that lingers in the lyrics. It took me getting older to realize why my dad clung on to you so much, but I get it now. I can’t wait to introduce my kids to the wonder of you, the same way my dad did with me. Thank you for everything.
