I grew up among the echoes of Atom Heart Mother, Meddle, and Obscured by Clouds. Rainy afternoons and spinning vinyls shaped the sound of my soul.
The Dark Side of the Moon was my refuge, and when I lost mom, Wish You Were Here carried my grief with quiet grace. Then came The Division Bell and with High Hopes, a song that closed an era yet opened something eternal within me.
Because Pink Floyd isn’t just music, it’s our generation, our way of feeling, of thinking, of existing; a reflection of a pure feeling of perfect music, chords and truly inspiration only possible by geniuses.
If I ever have to leave this world, I’d want it to be to the chords of The Great Gig in the Sky.
Thank you boys, for everything.
