"No, my brother, you have to go buy your own."

by Amy Turn Sharp


I was thinking today about how I felt when I first heard "wish you were here" by Pink Floyd. I must have been 14. I sang it out loud and made little Memorex tapes of it and it was woven into my mind. Then it got overplayed and then just trite and faded quite easily into the background of my life. I think once I romanticized it in a bar in Europe, but that was nearly all the result of some hash. But I heard it today again and like a zip line fast shooting backwards all wind and hands in the air I was there:
And my hair was long and it's original color and I was listening and I may have been 16 then and sitting on the green green grass in my neighbor Jason's yard and it was a boom box and we were content to smoke cigarettes and read Philosophy books that we thought we understood and make words come out of our mouths that made no sense to our little lives and we had no worries and there I was for 5.26 minutes again today and it was glorious.

title post - Say Anything 1989