The Wall

My first act of teenage rebellion resulted from listening the the song “Another brick in the wall”, being played on the radio, my best friend and I shouting about how we weren’t going to let teachers rule our lives.

I had no concept of the entire Pink Floyd album at that time. I few years later, at the still tender age of seventeen, I saw the movie based on the epic rock album, and started to grasp Roger Water’s concept of isolation and loneliness.

During the 1990’s I was as lost as the album’s main character, Pink. The songs comforted me like a child’s favourite blanket.
The mark of a truly great album is the test of time. It’s been over twenty five years since “The Wall” was released, and it sounds as new today as when it first was released.

Like myself, Roger Water’s himself has changed. he now relates his masterpiece as an anti-war message. The shows message on this topic is clear throughout the Broadway-esque live performance.

We are reminded of the slippery slope we have when our government gets too much power, like the murder in London of Brazilian man Jean Charles de Menezes , who was shot seven times in the head by the London Metropolitan police after being mistakenly identified as someone associated with the 1995 bombings that occurred there.

As I watch the show in San Francisco’s AT & T park, the wall being created before my eyes and the images burned into my brain, I understand the message delivered.

Wench, bring my ale, what say you?