When Mark died I told folks that they should listen to Wish You Were Here.
I thought that I'd be able to listen to it, with my fresh oozing wounds and be comforted by it. What a fool I was.
The beginning notes of it always take me to our restaurant, Ida's Kitchen. I can smell the place, I can see the dark dining room and the glow from the one fluorescent bulb in the kitchen that never went out (for security reasons). We always played Wish You Were Here, the whole thing, when we were getting ready to open. It was the first Pink Floyd record I actually liked.
I remember trying to listen to it a few times immediately after he died. It felt like someone had a knife in my stomach and was slowing moving it around inside of me every time I heard those first few notes.
It's only been in the last little while that I've been able to hear it and not have things get really ugly.
I'd heard about the Milk Carton Kids but had never checked them out. When I heard that they had covered "Wish you were here" (the song) I decided to give it a listen. I loved it and subsequently, discovered an amazing new musical treat. They are not only terrific musicians, if you can find their live stuff on YouTube, you will see that they also have a great on stage banter.
I love good banter.
Banter on you crazy diamonds.
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