thats a funny one because for the longest time growing up i always HATED solos, i always felt they were too aimless and trying hard, and would just play along and act like each one i hear is fantastic whenever someone put on pink floyd as a kid.
its always so nice seeing how much my tastes have only continued to expand as the years go on, but i think the precise moment i learned to love them had to be robert fripp's guitar on brian eno's st. elmo's fire, at 1:09 onward. its already fucking electric on its own (its fripp, come on) but the way it swells in such a harmony with the song itself makes it feel genuinely Alive. actual magic. perfect for the song and its subject