Dark Side Of The Moon

I’ve been doing a lot of traveling recently. Toronto to Chicago, Chicago to Toronto, Toronto to New York, New York to Toronto… my very own international ferris wheel. Exciting, I know. Anyway, I’m actually in Chicago at the moment, and having just returned to my hotel I thought I’d let everyone in on a little ritual I have while traveling.

I’m not quite sure when it started, but every time I get in a rental car I roll down the windows (weather permitting), pop in a CD and crank the stereo. On the surface, I suppose it’s really not all that unusual, but when I travel, I carry only one CD with me. And that CD is Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon.

With the exception of Sirus, I don’t typically enjoy the radio. I don’t like it when I’m at home, and I especially don’t like it when I’m in a rental car - aimlessly flipping from channel to channel (or commercial to commercial as it usually is). During one of my previous visits to Chicago, I remembered that I had a copy of Dark Side of the Moon in my bag. Having made my way around the dial a few times and tiring of the crap on the radio, I fished it out and popped it in. And since then, it’s all I listen to.

Without a doubt, Dark Side of the Moon is one of my favorite albums of all time. It’s one of the few albums I own that I enjoy listening to in its entirety. I’ve listened to it so many times, it makes me feel right at home. Even when cramped in a shitty rental car, attempting to find my way around a foreign city.

And to be honest, I must admit - it’s not unusual for me to sing along to every song… except The Great Gig In The Sky. I can’t touch that one.