burun wrote:noise&light wrote:The D & D player who existed inside of me 28 years ago loves it when unicorns tell me about bands named Pendragon. I get a funny feeling inside.
Oh, DIP.
(hello, Tipcat)
I can't hate the Floyd. They are steeped in nostalgia for me, of many evenings spent in my cousin Scott's room, doing my math homework, waiting for my mom to come home from work.
I still listen to "Alan's Psychedelic Breakfast" once every two weeks or so.
Not crap.
Pretty much what she said. Except I don't have Atom Heart Mother. The only real gap in my Floyd discography, I think (I am not including the Dave-era shit), aside from The Final Cut and Obscured By Clouds. Everything else, though - soundtrack to my life in 8th grade through 10th grade.