Pink Floyd. Atom Heart Mother. 1970

When I was 16, this oft-forgotten epic masterpiece was my soundtrack to watching grass grow. By the time I was a freshman in college I could knee slap the entire drum part, often adding my own fills. All while my brain was a puddle on the floor in front of me.

The Floyd thought this track was too pretentious. I consider it some of their finest work. It will be featured heavily in my memoirs.

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