Riley

Long ago, in a garage, there was a man. This man had four daughters, one of them being me. He loved music, and that love for music was passed to me from a very young age. One band in particular always seemed to be playing when my father and are were in the same room. Pink Floyd, the old rock band that always seemed to speak to me, even when I was young. We built the front cover of The Dark Side of the Moon out of wood. It sits displayed in the garage. My favorite shirt is that album cover; it has been worn down so much that there are holes in every part of it. I have a poster of that cover. I listen to your music when I need to study, when I feel alone, and when I have free time. When I miss someone deeply, the album Wish You Were Here starts to play in my mind. With iconic riffs, smooth vocals, and deep meanings to each lyric, you have become one of my favorite bands. It all started with a man in a garage with the radio on, and a daughter sitting with him.