From The Dallas Observer:
My 12-year-old stepson, Lewis, whose favorite band is Green Day, had never heard Pink Floyd before. I’m not sure how he’s managed this — his grandfather plays in a Pink Floyd tribute band for goodness sake. So I thought we could sit down one rainy evening, have him listen hard to 1973’s The Dark Side of the Moon and pass the verdict of a new generation on one of the most iconic albums of the 20th century.
It was an auspicious beginning; when he was informed the album would be 45 minutes long, he responded, “Forty-five minutes?! Are there like 20 songs on it?” I replied that no, there were nine, and he seemed genuinely horrified. I think the days of listening to an album in order, all the way through, might be on their way out. Then when the album started, he kept turning it up because he didn’t understand why the album started out silent.
Oh, dear. Welcome to ’70s prog, Lewis.
“Speak To Me/Breathe”
“Interesting.” (said in a very skeptical voice)
“On the Run”
“Is there a war on or something?”
“A proper song! It took three songs to get to a real song! It’s about bloody time.” (He really did say that.)
“The Great Gig in the Sky”
“What’s going on? I don’t understand Pink Floyd.”
“The backing music was kind of nice, and it suited the screaming lady. Wasn’t that bad.”
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