That was always a great one. The other one I miss was after a hard week at work I’d roll to a gig and just get lost playing guitar with one hanging out of my mouth. There’s a brief moment in the 11th bar of the solo of Wish You Were Here where I would take a long inhale. One foot on the stage monitor. Eyes closed. I became one with the crowd, the guitar, and that cigarette. Cover sheets for TPS reports fell away into nothing.
That was always a great one. The other one I miss was after a hard week at work I’d roll to a gig and just get lost playing guitar with one hanging out of my mouth. There’s a brief moment in the 11th bar of the solo of Wish You Were Here where I would take a long inhale. One foot on the stage monitor. Eyes closed. I became one with the crowd, the guitar, and that cigarette. Cover sheets for TPS reports fell away into nothing.