While I grew up, I was surrounded by soft passing of your music through classic rock stations and my father’s early iTunes purchases. One of my first ‘favorite songs’ was welcome to the machine, and while I completely lacked the ability to interpret the lyrics, the intense and emotional cries of the synth spoke to me. It wasn’t until my last year of college, that I really sat down, and listened to your albums in full, taking in the stories of the concept albums. At first, I felt like I did myself a great injustice is waiting, but I’m glad you waited until I was ready to show me your true colors.