The Show Goes On
By Paul Rigg
While many
punk fans happily went to gigs to gob at their heroes on stage in the late
1970s, one star – from a completely different genre – decided to spit back.
Roger Waters had grown sick at the perceived lack of contact
between the audience and a band who, during the In the Flesh tour, were sometimes playing in stadiums to crowds of
80,000. At the end of one gig in Montreal a few rowdy members of the audience
were trying to storm the stage, and in response a furious Waters spat in the
face of one of the fans. After the gig a disturbed Waters sat down with Bob Ezrin - who had previously produced
Peter Gabriel, Alice Cooper and Lou Reed - and a psychiatrist
friend, and explained how distant he had grown from his audience and how
alienated he felt from himself.
And this
moment was the spark that eventually led to the creation of the classic
double-album The Wall, with the main
character ‘Pink’ formed from a composite of Waters and Floyd’s original madcap
leader, Syd Barrett.
For guitar
fans, on the other hand, The Wall, released
30 November 1979, consecrated the status of Dave Gilmour as something close to
a guitar god, as his acoustic and electric contributions to the album are, as
one critic delicately put it, ‘fucking incredible’. Anyone lucky enough to have
attended the live presentation of the album in Earl’s Court in 1980 will recall
the sheer awe they felt when Gilmour suddenly appeared alone right at the top
of a 40 foot wall built between the band and the audience, bathed in a bright spotlight,
to deliver the final stunning guitar solo, on his iconic Black Strat, to Comfortably Numb.
And yet
this whole wonderful creation - which besides selling well over 25 million
records, has spawned countless live concerts; a feature film starring Bob Geldof; the Live in Berlin album and DVD; and an opera; - began as so many
other classic albums have: in the context of near disaster. These problems
included the entire group being impelled by financial problems to leave their
homes within a month and move to other countries; by keyboardist Rick Wright, who died 10 years ago this
week, being forced into virtual ‘session musician’ status by Waters (and
drummer Nick Mason reportedly almost
meeting the same fate); by Ezrin’s collapsing marriage and mental state causing
constant delays; and by massive tensions between Waters and Gilmour as Waters
took on the role as the band’s dominant, and some might say almost dictatorial,
force.
“You gotta be selfish, it’s a terrible thing” film director David Lynch recently said in an interview, and perhaps Waters might
concur with that. The Floyd bassist wrote all the lyrics and most of the music for
this conceptual album and his vision, rooted in the death of his father in WWII
and his personal existential preoccupations, are the driving force behind its
creation.
It is easy
to see how some of ‘Pink’s challenges’, such as his problematic relations with
his mother, his teachers and his wife (to mention just a few of the ‘bricks in
the wall’) are easily related to by Pink Floyd’s fans, but it is a mark of
Water’s amazing lyrical skill that he can also make lines like ‘shall we set
out across this sea of faces, in search of more and more applause’ – which is
so directly linked to his highly personal experience as a rock star - also
connect so strongly with an audience.
Among many
other surprises, The Wall spawned a
number one hit single on an almost disco sounding Another Brick in the Wall (part 2)(with Gilmour playing the solo
with a 1955 Gibson Les Paul Goldtop); Gilmour singing on a funky sounding Young Lust; and the extraordinary
operatic conclusion of The Trial, in
which Pink is forced to consider if it is actually him who has ‘been guilty all
this time’.
Looking back
at the reviews when the album was released it is interesting to see some
critics question whether The Wall can
‘succeed commercially’ because of its breadth and its dark themes. The facts
and numbers aside, its success can perhaps be measured by its current status as
a key cultural reference point; the world is difficult to imagine without it.