It must have been ’87 when I was first introduced to Pink Floyd’s The Wall. Some friends had the video playing, and to a disaffected youth it was awwwwwesome. A lot of Floyd I didn’t really get into, but I loved this tape.

Liking Floyd in the age of  godawful big hair rock, surf rock, and the dregs of the 7os, distinguished me to the degree I wanted, I think.

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