It's hard to dispute calling Pink Floyd's The Wall anything but one of the greatest albums ever made.

This isn't a review. Many people have written novel after novel about this album, its story, its themes, and its cultural impact. What I would like to share is its impact on me.

I didn't listen to music when I was young. Growing up, I was someone that turned off the music slider in video games I played, I would drive in my car with my radio off or on talk radio. The only music I could really recall are songs that I picked up unwillingly through TV show intros or people around me.

It wasn't until I had my first job working in a quiet office where the only sound was typing and the occasional cough. I needed something to hear.

Due to its cultural significance, even not listening to music, I was aware of Pink Floyd. I knew The Dark Side of the Moon was one of the biggest albums ever, and I knew people often compared and contrasted it with The Wall.

So, one day I downloaded a copy of The Wall and started playing it while I was working. The is the first time in my life I sat down, hit play on an album, and listened to it. I was 20.

I proceeded to listen to the album, on repeat, for weeks. Picking up every nuance, the details, the story, and messages. To this day, this is the album I know front and back better than any other. It was through this album that I found why I didn't enjoy listening to music when I was younger. I'm enthralled by the story and themes of an album. The way songs flow from one to the other. I found that I love concept albums.

I have a couple copies of this record. The one pictured belongs to my dad. It's a first sleeve US released version of the album from 1979 and still sounds brand new. Is it mint? No, but its sentimental importance makes it one of the most valuable records in my possession.