Pink Floyd Day

I am sifting through old CDs today and I stumbled onto the music of Floyd.  

(**sigh**)

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.  

Thanks, dude.