I had electricity surging up and down my nerves into my fingertips and the tips of my toes, and then slowly after the last verse when the music ends in that static my vision ended with me staring upon my body in my bed, waking up and reaching it was all just a dream. It formed this crazy vision, all in my head, that I was ‘picked’ to be shown one of the great secrets of the universe, and I was traveling through space and time, and through a period of universal decay right into a wormhole and as I came out of the wormhole tunnel the crescendo of the music came at David’s ‘god solo’, and I was staring at another planet with intelligent life and it was at this moment I had what could only be described as an orgasm without any wet stain in my pants.
I wasn’t high -never have been and never will, drugs aren’t for me- but I had Echoes in my iTunes list for years and never listened to it for whatever reason.Īnyway, two and a half years ago I moved to the United States and once my large speakers finally made it across by boat I decided to just turn on Echoes, with volume set to thermonuclear and just let all 23+ minutes wash over me. I’ve mentioned it here before, but Echoes is what made me fall in love with Pink Floyd.
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