Pink Floyd ---Bringing Down The Walls
Without Prejudice
We went to see them twice, taking the girls and Gary who was the biggest Floyd fan ever. he was our machine operator, learning how to work the massive chain mesh machine. I addressed his pay packet as Welcome To the Machine.
We played it on the tape all that week, and went Thursday night with the girls and Saturday night with Gary and his girlfriend.
We couldn't get enough of the spectacular, Dave Gilmour on guitar, the floyd droids, turning endlessly and laser lights picking up on the drumsticks and flashing.
The bed that swung down to the stage and the pig rolling down from the ceiling, we sat at the altar of Floyd and genuflected. Bowed down by the sheer spectacle of clour and light, sound.
And years later, Roger Waters organised the concert in Berlin, after the real berlin wall came down.
Such a symbol of death and opression and when it came down all of us that could remember it going up, heaved a huge sigh of relief.
We had seen the dark images of people impaled on barb wire and shot, trying to get from one side to the other. Read the stories of people hiding under cars, stretched out underneath, tied on and making the escape.
So when I watched the concert on DVD, it was fantastic and remains one of my favourite DVD's. The wall coming down in blocks, Roger Waters singing guitar, Van Morrison singing "Comfortably Numb"
Marian Faithful as the Mother, Gerard Scarfe's erotic drawings filling the screen, The Wall by Cindy Lauper and Paul Carrack, "Hey You", with some of the best guitar work you have ever heard.
its trashy and wonderful and moving. Sinead O'Connor, shaven headed singing "Mother", in a haunting version and she knows she can sing and smiles shyly for the audience all pretension and anger gone from her. Just the singer and the song.
And it's Roger Waters triumph, he wrote it and it's his. And he knows it, milking every second of this his, unbelievable concert. Triumphing over the split and doing the version he wanted. and when Sinead sings "Mother" I swear the hairs on your head, stand up.
Same for Gerald Scarf'es cartoons, mockingly erotic and gruesome.
We went to see them twice, taking the girls and Gary who was the biggest Floyd fan ever. he was our machine operator, learning how to work the massive chain mesh machine. I addressed his pay packet as Welcome To the Machine.
We played it on the tape all that week, and went Thursday night with the girls and Saturday night with Gary and his girlfriend.
We couldn't get enough of the spectacular, Dave Gilmour on guitar, the floyd droids, turning endlessly and laser lights picking up on the drumsticks and flashing.
The bed that swung down to the stage and the pig rolling down from the ceiling, we sat at the altar of Floyd and genuflected. Bowed down by the sheer spectacle of clour and light, sound.
And years later, Roger Waters organised the concert in Berlin, after the real berlin wall came down.
Such a symbol of death and opression and when it came down all of us that could remember it going up, heaved a huge sigh of relief.
We had seen the dark images of people impaled on barb wire and shot, trying to get from one side to the other. Read the stories of people hiding under cars, stretched out underneath, tied on and making the escape.
So when I watched the concert on DVD, it was fantastic and remains one of my favourite DVD's. The wall coming down in blocks, Roger Waters singing guitar, Van Morrison singing "Comfortably Numb"
Marian Faithful as the Mother, Gerard Scarfe's erotic drawings filling the screen, The Wall by Cindy Lauper and Paul Carrack, "Hey You", with some of the best guitar work you have ever heard.
its trashy and wonderful and moving. Sinead O'Connor, shaven headed singing "Mother", in a haunting version and she knows she can sing and smiles shyly for the audience all pretension and anger gone from her. Just the singer and the song.
And it's Roger Waters triumph, he wrote it and it's his. And he knows it, milking every second of this his, unbelievable concert. Triumphing over the split and doing the version he wanted. and when Sinead sings "Mother" I swear the hairs on your head, stand up.
Same for Gerald Scarf'es cartoons, mockingly erotic and gruesome.
