Dark Side of the Moon earned them an exploding fan base, and inspired a new love for The Wizard of Oz in legions of stoners. The ’70s had been kind to prog-rock’s poster boys. The first two qualities should come as no surprise-any concept album about an imploding rock star will feature them-but the last I owe to Eddie L., the 7th grade math teacher who tuned me into Pink Floyd’s last great album. Out of forgotten corners of my brain swoop images of awkwardness, paranoia, and remedial mathematics. There are few memories of middle school I’m willing to recall, but The Wall, ironically, always manages to channel hazy recollections from behind my psychic barriers.
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