Was always the one to listen to Floyd as a means of extracting a lot of painful, emotional energy. Listening to Pink Floyd, for me was like looking into virtually every painful window available to one when they are growing up, or growing out of the shells we sometimes exist in. Like the pains of removing a living creature, being forcibly extracted from their natural envioronment.
Mother was a song that would often cut me to the core. It expressed in almost every way, my relationship with mine. Over protective, bordering on fanatacism. She really did check out all my girlfriends for me. None of them were ever deemed good enough it seemed.
Ooooooohhh Babe gave to me a reflection of the things that were to come into my life regarding relationships. It prepared me, to some degree for the hours that would be spent, wishing to be left alone, the dark days when feelings for the one that you love become cold, you become non responsive, you wish to be able to just move to another planet as opposed to living with someone you feel so allienated with. Such as is life. Such as is love.
Much of what was reflected in the albums, just felt to the nth degree, reality. I lived in them, and they lived in me. They were part of what brought me to where I am today. They were just that personal.
Though the pain they induced in me at that time is no longer a reflection of what my life is today, every once and a while, I'll spin one of my favorite Floyd albums, as a witness to the memory of the hurt that I no longer hold on to.
They still serve me well.
And so much of the pain is just a fading memory.