. . . my first musical love and my first unrequited love. It is memorized lyrics. It is long nights listening to Dark Side beginning to end. It is midnight showings of The Wall at the Plaza. It is laser light shows at Pink Palace. It is camping out for tickets with my mother bringing me Sarah every three hours to nurse. It is the music that touches my soul. It is what I expect to be played at my funeral to move the spirits of those I leave behind.