Learned that the guy at the parts store loves music… like me. We share a lot. He’s turned me on to Pink Floyd, who I always thought was overproduced compared to the raw blues, rock, or jazz that I’ve come to be comfortable with. They craft it like fine art. Both spontaneous and meticulous methods have their place. Here, Pink Floyd live in Italy 1989 (another landmark year for socialism, BTW). An element of both:
