Walking away from the Big Top at the Isle of Wight Festival brings so many mixed emotions. The amazing "Australian Pink Floyd Experience" had just completed a wonderful set, long into the warm evening. In my head were the searing guitars and yet my heart was wrenched by the beautiful "Wish you were here".
It brings a quiet sadness when reflecting on the deaths of brother and mother in the last few years. Times of high enjoyment, that soaring sense of wonder, seem to breed the silent cry "How I wish you were here"
Read my Festival Song
Sunday, July 19, 2009
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