I’m sitting in Starbucks, trying desperately to finish a final project so I can begin on yet another final project. It’s a beautiful and sunny day in New Orleans, yet nothing besides my “Rain” playlist on Shuffle seems to work for me currently. Now, nine songs in, comes Comfortably Numb by Pink Floyd. For so many reasons, this song is one of my all time favorites (as is its entire album), but today it stands out for another reason. Today is Yom HaShoah. Three years ago to the day on both the Hebrew and Secular calendars I was standing in Auschwitz. Three years later it’s amazing how much a two-week-long experience still affects me.
I really began to appreciate The Wall as an album during my week in Poland. I remember vividly walking through Warsaw on a Saturday afternoon. Four or five of us got into a discussion about Pink Floyd. We delved deep into the meaning behind their music, it’s philosophy and relevance. Thinking back, I cannot actually remember anything from this conversation. What I do remember is impact that it had on me. I remember pausing the conversation when we came to the small remnant of what was the wall of the Warsaw Ghetto. Comfortably Numb and The Wall have nothing to do with Poland or the Holocaust. Yet for me, for some reason beyond my conscious comprehension, it evokes both.
It’s funny how Shuffle on iTunes seems to fit the moment. Matisyahu’s Jerusalem followed Comfortably Numb. How perfectly fitting.
I’m sitting in Starbucks, trying desperately to finish a final project so I can begin on yet another final project. It’s a beautiful and sunny day in New Orleans, yet nothing besides my “Rain” playlist on Shuffle seems to work for me currently. Now, nine songs in, comes Comfortably Numb by Pink Floyd. For so many reasons, this song is one of my all time favorites (as is its entire album), but today it stands out for another reason. Today is Yom HaShoah. Three years ago to the day on both the Hebrew and Secular calendars I was standing in Auschwitz. Three years later it’s amazing how much a two-week-long experience still affects me.
I really began to appreciate The Wall as an album during my week in Poland. I remember vividly walking through Warsaw on a Saturday afternoon. Four or five of us got into a discussion about Pink Floyd. We delved deep into the meaning behind their music, it’s philosophy and relevance. Thinking back, I cannot actually remember anything from this conversation. What I do remember is impact that it had on me. I remember pausing the conversation when we came to the small remnant of what was the wall of the Warsaw Ghetto. Comfortably Numb and The Wall have nothing to do with Poland or the Holocaust. Yet for me, for some reason beyond my conscious comprehension, it evokes both.
It’s funny how Shuffle on iTunes seems to fit the moment. Matisyahu’s Jerusalem followed Comfortably Numb. How perfectly fitting.
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