As I’m right now listening to The Dark Side of The Moon from Pink Floyd, memories from when I listened to this album for the first time in my life started to flood my mind.
It was last year, summer, and I found myself to be at my aunt’s house. She was showing me family photos and some of her old stuff, including her vinyl records. Among all of them there was one in particular she wanted me to hear.
She asked me if I knew Pink Floyd, and at the time I didn’t. So she put on her original 1973 Dark Side record on and let me listen to it. She told me I might have found it “weird” and more sperimental when thinking of other bands. I was attracted to it. It was beautiful.
Everything changed from then, I have changed but that album is still with me, even as I’m writing this post, and I think it will always stay with me.
Thank you aunt.







