Your music didn’t just change my taste – it shaped my soul.
I first heard The Wall when I was twelve. I listened from start to finish in my headphones, lost in a universe of sound and meaning… and when it ended, I pressed play again. I couldn’t let go.
Since then, you’ve been my compass.
I played Richard Wright’s parts on the keyboard, wrote down every lyric by hand, learned them until they became part of me. Each note felt like a conversation between the world and something far beyond it.
Among my records, my most treasured relic is the first pressing of The Piper at the Gates of Dawn.
But my heart belongs to Wish You Were Here – forever.
Ah… I wish I was there when this music was being born.
Next year, I hope to visit David Gilmour’s Astoria – to catch a glimpse of where dreams still find their sound.
Shine on. You’re eternal. Always in my heart.
