syd barrett died recently...the announcement of his death as mysterious as the last years of his life.
if i weren't at work right now, i'd be playing the wish you were here album, an album so full of longing and dispair and wistfulness for the careless moments which've passed one by; an album for syd barrett, and everyone who's somehow died without dying.
how i love pink floyd.
jeremy's favorite album is pulse; mine, wish you were here.
alas, you can't have it ALL, right? we have to be a little different.
we used to lay evie down for naps with music playing, as the neighbors were either residing their home, or their annoying son was "rocking out" to CCR on his drumset. we would set wish you were here to play on a constant loop; her small voice carried like a miniature alto above the saxophone when she woke.
i hope she understands why her father and i love pink floyd.
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remember when you were young? you shone like the sun...
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