I grew up on Pink Floyd — it was the soundtrack to my childhood. My parents once woke me up at 2 a.m. just to do “music poetry” to Wish You Were Here. I still smile thinking about it. When I was 15, I “borrowed” my dad’s Pulse album (and never gave it back), and now I carry a Pink Floyd tattoo on my arm in his memory. I’ll never forget the laser light shows or seeing Roger Waters live when I was 18 or 19 — moments that shaped how I hear music forever.