By introducing them to Pink Floyd’s classic album “The Wall”. I feel like I’ve carried out my life’s mission.
Roger Waters is (or could easily be understood to be) so full of himself, really. I think that’s why I love him.
Yesterday I downloaded Pink Floyd’s “The Wall” (so I could go mobile, ‘cause you know, vinyl isn’t very portable) and later on in the evening I pictured Roger Waters beating down my door for being a pirating shit. I’m pretty sure I’d faint.
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I remember the first time I listened to The Wall. I was pretty much just sitting there in shock and awe and thinking, “What is this beautiful wizardry that I have happened upon?”
I cried. No joke.