More Pink Floyd depressingness. I personally much prefer the early Floyd years, back when one of them had a sense of humor. In later years they just got too weighed down by existential malaise. Those are my usual Floyd complaints, but that doesn’t mean I don’t fully appreciate The Wall. It is a masterpiece and completely deserves its ongoing popularity. It also figures that its very depressingness may account for its popularity. Because people like being harmlessly bummed out as much as they enjoy being cheered up. Hey You is certainly a very astute portrait of desperate loneliness, and if we haven’t all sunk exactly that low, we still imagine that we had. And if we’ve grown past associating the pain of not having a date on Friday with the pain of psychosis the song describes, then we’re probably old enough to have known someone who genuinely was that low. Then we can thank our lucky stars we’re not poor old Pink and we feel loads better.