I had forgotten the impact the album “The Wall” had in forming my personality. From age 13 through 17 this album was an auditory staple. It was like bread; or in my case tortillas. During these formative pubescent years the dystopian anti-establishment theme of this album formed a backdrop that has influenced me to this day. Yet, I somehow had forgotten this; at least, until earlier this month when I had the good fortune of seeing Roger Waters’ “The Wall” in concert here in San Diego. All those old memories, good and bad, came flooding back. It was cathartic and wonderful.
Side note: if you’re attending a “rock” concert don’t complain to others about them standing. It is a concert and while it may be a “Rock Opera” it is not the Opera. Standing is encouraged and allowed, just read your tickets because it is plainly stated there. In fact, if you find yourself wanting to complain–at let’s say a Pink Floyd concert–about someone standing and enjoying the music, stfu and leave. Indeed, your sitting communicates a lack of appreciation that should preclude your very attendance.
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