A few years later came the blues faze with Stevie Ray Vaughn, BB King, Robin Trower and a
host of obscure blues players from Chicago and San Francisco and New Orleans. Then came the
alternatives and punks and punk alternatives and industrials and later, modern
folks. I even got heavily into Mellisa Etheridge and the Indigo Girls. Yes, I was standing
next to bra burning, army boot footed women as we all screamed for Miss Etheridge to do another song.
One of the groups that was most influential in my spiritual growth and musical interest
was Pink Floyd. Their sound was fresh and unbearably potent. I was introduced to them by a
young, up and comming modern couple of the late '70s who used to throw great parties. It was
at one of these parties that I heard the album "Wishing You Were Here." I didn't even know
what the album was about then. Couldn't even understand the meaning of the words. But, I
understood the music very well and it stayed with me. Pink Floyd has been in and out of my
life ever since. I finally got to see them in Ames, Iowa in 1994. Gilmore had long silver
hair and I realized how much I wish I could have seen them play years earlier. How I wish
I were there.