Who needs drugs when you’ve got Pink Floyd?

That was my philosophy back in high school, and also when I was introduced to them.
I had this history teacher who was on a leave of absence due to a drinking problem. The final straw was the day his temper lashed out on a trash can. Whoever the student was, their sense of humor wasn't funny that day. Then again, life isn’t so funny to those who’ve been recently divorced because of a losing battle to an addiction, especially of which made - what was left of life – bearable, so he kicked the can.
The next day the class was introduced to Brian, our substitute teacher and the lead singer of Sirus, a Sonoma County ska band. He must have been in his late twenties and was hard to forget. I still remember his thin frame, black beret, platinum hair and doc martins, and how we all thought, “COOL!”
I don’t remember what we learned in class that week, just that we had an experience.
No books, no lectures, only “The Wall.”
Unlike any teacher we had before, this one was telling us to think for ourselves; the film we were about to see was going to give us insight into ourselves, and the world in which we were about to enter.
It was love at first flight; I had become Comfortably Numb.
It’s amazing how a person can come into your life and change it by introducing you to some band.


And what exactly is a dream?

And what exactly is a joke?

Nobody knows - Syd Barrett