Fortunately, I took up the band early enough to make a point of seeing them on their last two tours, catching them in Toronto at Exhibition Stadium in back-to-back nights in 1987 and then again in 1994 (where I was rewarded with a souvenir, but more on that later). A couple of friends who were hard core fans also helped expose me to Floyd’s deeper catalogue, exposing me to the early albums from copies of their albums. But it wasn’t until high school in the late 1980s when I really got into the band, spending a couple years listening to them as much or more than any other artist in my library. Of course, I knew of Pink Floyd from a young age – my brother had the poster inserts from the Dark Side of the Moon album on the wall in our small office (next to the four pics of The Beatles from Abbey Road) where I used to hang out with while he studied and listened to music. Personally, my relationship with this band started as they were finishing, since even though I grew up surrounded by classic rock, I was a late convert to such acts.
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