J Mac

—-your music was like it sprang from an eternal
Spring & turned to a squall of floating musical notes that encoated my every fiber and pore. Much like a late Autumnal cold snap would have caught you off guard, as flakes fluttered about like musical notes with clear aim set to land beneath and yet still freely blew in all directions; collecting in patterns of soft & crisp brushes with any surface it reaches.
As a youth I unearthed some vinyls of my Fathers. The musicality made you absorb the artistry while launching a complete assault on the human senses and psyche. We all thank you for showing us this newly found or fangled rapturous creations that only Pink Floyd could lay claims to. Your body of work- the pool of mineral expansive wells that you provided to an audience thirst ready for their sip or full bodied baptism which was nothing short of omnipotent and soul quenching. On behalf of all the well drinkers, bathers, and lovers of poignant wellspring music—- thanks to PF