I am sifting through old CDs today and I stumbled onto the music of Floyd.
It's like finding a twenty dollar bill in your pocket that you had forgotten was there.
~Such mesmerizing melodies and haunting lyrics.~
Now, I wasn't always a fan. It's true. It had to be taught to me.
I can remember my brother making me listen to The Wall over and over and over again.
I tried to fight the music - insisted that it was torture -
but my brother was eight years older than me (and eight inches taller) and I stood no chance in a retaliation.
So, day after day he made me suffer through song after song of Pink Floyd very early in my childhood
and, just like brainwashing, I became a fan ~ and a die hard fan at that.
Looking back, it was probably one of the best things he did for me.