Oh, Pink Floyd, I’m not a deep person. I’ve always liked to pretend that I was, but at the end of the day, I’m no enigma. It’s probably why I never explored your music and why when I recorded this off the radio it was the first time I’d ever heard it. But while I’m shallow, I can at least recognize when others are deep wells. I’ll admit, Pink Floyd, I’ve scoffed at poets and artists and the like for what I see as pretensions, but in my heart of hearts (which is not too far below the surface), I know it’s mostly jealousy that I don’t have the capacity to contemplate the world beyond the first layer, much less have anything interesting or beautiful to say about it. So while I can’t promise I won’t continue to occasionally roll my eyes when I hear some “artiste” talk about their own importance in “making art”, I want you to know that I appreciate you’re out there making music like this. If for no other reason, so I can say that I know this song so it makes me look far more deep and interesting than I actually am.