25 years ago today, The Wall was released. Happy Anniversary!

So, today is Pink Floyd day on our local classic rock station (although, I don't know how anyone can tell it from any other day...seems all they play is Floyd and Zeppelin with the occasional Hendrix tune thrown in for variety).

Anyway, I was out running some errands and they were playing all of side three. I suspect that I missed one and two and that four will follow later this afternoon. They were also inviting people to phone in and talk about their memories of hearing The Wall for the first time.

So, let's reminisce. I'll start. I remember hearing Another Brick in the Wall Part II on the radio. Like most teens at that time, the anti-school theme quickly became an anthem. But I was only 13, and was a typical teeny-bopper. Pink Floyd was a little heavy for me at the time. It wasn't until I was about 16, when I discovered drugs and the movie came out, that I really started to get into Pink Floyd. I remember sitting in a friend's basement, more than a little high, and listening to the album in full for the first time. I had never heard anything like it and was totally blown away by it. As much as I say that The Wall is my least favourite PF album, it did change the way I looked at music in a big way. I would have to credit The Wall with leading me down the path of prog.