I never liked "Money" by Pink Floyd. Until, Christmas 1985. I had just finished a two-month job working for a friend, when he asked me to drive his Corvette from Nashville to Knoxville. My friend had just paid me a large amount of money; jammed in my jean pockets, two big wads, bulked heavier by a lot of one dollar bills. Having never driven a Corvette, or any car that cost more than a thousand dollars, I was too petrified to take my eyes off the road or my hands off the wheel, even to turn the station when a song I didn't like came on. So, I listened to "Money" for the first time from beginning to end; and speeding through traffic at close to 90, I remember thinking, "Money" is actually a pretty deep song.
