Radio stations in Jackson, MS are not good. I do not appreciate them. Their music is horribly mixed and up until today I have not listened to one station that played two songs that I like back to back. TONIGHT, I was on my way home from Mrs. in Ministry (fun times) and griping to myself that I wish I had picked up the ipod before I left the house. I punched buttons on the radio (a little harshly) and was nearly driven to listen to Def Leopard (of whom I despised in 1988 when everybody-ish loved them) when I decided to try ONE MORE TIME to push all the buttons (I like pushing buttons- it's fun). And I found a Led Zepelin song that I was familiar with. Well, that's something. I listened and enjoyed and then the song ended. And THEN (low and behold) a Pink Floyd song came on. Dear me, I love Pink Floyd. I've had a slight obsession with them since I was eleven when my fifteen-year old uncle told me to like them. I worshipped the ground he walked on, so I consented. I. WILL. OBEY. My mother appreciated (read: Sarcastic) that her eleven-year old daughter was singing "Comfortably Numb" at such an impressionable age. PF has always been my go-to music when I'm sad, depressed, angry, melancholy and so on (why yes, I was a fun teenager to parent). So (long-long story short) I love Pink Floyd. Especially "Wish You Were Here", which is what was playing on the radio on the way home. I don't listen to it (PF as a whole)that much anymore because, after all, my mother was right: music does affect my moods. How many times did she tell me that? I believe my response was scoffing disdain. When Quinn and I were dating, he played Dark Side of the Moon in time to the Wizard of Oz (Mother, please don't shake your head) and it was very, weirdly cool. Of course, I saw "The Wall" when I was thirteen at a neighbor's house when I was babysitting (why yes, I WAS an effective babysitter at the age of thirteen). Now, I have a hankering to listen to some more. Think I will...
I like Pink Floyd. The end. (This last part is to be said in a third grader's "I'm reading my paper out loud" voice. Include the "The End".)
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You should be making money at this! You are such a good writer.
I dig me some Floyd too. I have all kinds of memories attached to different songs too. I remember leaving Brookwood Hospital after McClain was born and was placed in NICU. Anne Marie was in labor for like 20 hours and I left alone to eat after things calmed down. I was mentally worn out,physically tired and emotionally drained. When I turned the key I was greeted with "Welcome to the Machine". How appropriate it seemed.
so the wizard of oz thing works? ive always wanted to try it but dont have that movie on dvd.
hmm... maybe ill youtube it
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