Just yesterday, I found myself stuck in traffic for an hour and a half — the kind of mind-numbing gridlock that makes you rethink all your life choices. But then Pink Floyd’s “Shine On You Crazy Diamond” came on, and something shifted.
It was just me, the fading sunlight hitting the windshield, and that slow, haunting intro wrapping around the hum of the city. Suddenly, the frustration melted into something almost… cinematic. I wasn’t in a jam anymore — I was in a scene.
Music does that, right? Turns the mundane into something meaningful. That whole album (Wish You Were Here) has been on repeat since. It’s wild how a record made nearly 50 years ago still knows how to find you exactly where you are.
Also: side note — my pod ran out halfway through track 3, but I didn’t even mind. Not every moment needs a cloud. Sometimes the music carries enough weight on its own.
