Damn, that took a bit of work getting this POS up and running.
Anyhoo, so I was driving to work, and I hear a Pink Floyd’s song, but being covered by someone else. Now, get this, they hit every note in the arrangement, but I still heard a distinct differnce in skill between the radio version I was listening to and those notes created by either Gilmour’s or Barrett’s fingers. I could appreciate the effort, but it really left me longing for a doobie in the locker room at my old high school, listening to The Wall, and getting stupid.
It’s late, I did my yoga for the day, and i ‘m a gonna goto sleepies.