As with almost everyone my age, Pink Floyd hovered over significant parts of my childhood. Our local rock station, Wichita’s T-95, played Floyd constantly. Sometimes (and the station was fantastic), T-95 would play just a part or all of DARK SIDE OF THE MOON. The same was true of THE WALL. Never would a day go by without hearing at least one song by PF.
Kids wore PF buttons on their denim jackets and wore a variety of different PF t-shirts. The planetarium in my hometown even hosted a number of shows of Laser Floyd, the music of the band set to the then extremely high tech flashes of light and image.