I love Pink Floyd. We go back a long way. But even the closest of friends have differences.
When I was 17 and still finding genius in the lyrics of Genesis and the gaudy masterpieces of Emerson, Lake and Palmer, The Wall came off like a brilliant novel, a work of art, an anthem and a stoner's delight all in one. But years later, with the blinders of youth gone and the last joint stubbed out too many years ago and the knowledge that Roger Waters is a prick, The Wall just doesn't hold up like I thought it would.
Most of the album is Waters' acid-fueled ego trip. It personified angst before Cobain put on his first flannel jacket. It was emo before the guy from Dashboard Confessional ever shed his first heartbroken tear. It was the epitome of mother issues set to music before all those nu-metal bands made parental abandonment a niche market. It's a group therapy session at a drug detox center set to music. So why do I still listen to it? And it is the music that saves The Wall from being nothing more than a pretentious, self-absorbed LiveJournal entry. I love Gilmour's work on this album. Comfortably Numb contains one of the greatest guitar solos in the history of guitars - Gilmour is able to evoke more emotion with the movement of his fingers than Waters managed to eke out in all the words within the album. I listen to The Wall mainly because I still get a rush from the inherent violence and anger unleashed in the short, yet powerful, Happiest Days of our Lives; but that's from the way it's set up musically, and not from the lyrics.
I saw Pink Floyd on this tour three nights during their five night stand at Nassau Coliseum in 1980. One of the most amazing shows I've ever witnessed, which will always keep this album close to my heart.
Favorite song: The Trial (a sentimental pick)
The Wall at wiki
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3 years ago