I just finished watching a documentary on the making of Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon, and I have a massive pang of longing for the many, many, many nights I spent with the boys, listening to that album, completely high as a kite, and blissfully happy being carried by the music.
That was 15 years ago now. Things, it seems, were a whole lot simpler. No mortgage, no kid, surrounded by friends and with my whole life ahead of me.
Now don’t get be wrong, I’m not saying my life now isn’t as good, in different ways, but sometimes it feels a hell of a lot more complicated.
