Some thoughts after seeing 'The Wall'

Yes I've been working on the new piece, and in fact got to what end (for now) of act one.

But what I have been moved by recently, and thought it appropriate to share via blog, are a couple of concerts that were really as much about theater as rock and roll. A couple of weeks ago, Stew and Heidi and the Negro Problem at BAM; I may have already mentioned that one. Last night, The Wall at the Garden. It is almost futile to try to describe the impact of this show. It was monumental in every way. Musically, visually, emotionally. I remember reading about Pink Floyd doing The Wall way back when, and thinking 'Wow that must have been cool'. But 'cool' doesn't even approach it.

'The Wall is built during Act One, as the band plays, then during the intermission images of people who have been lost in a war are projected on the wall, one per block making a moving memorial wall of loss. The wall is also a projection screen during the show and the images are fabulous. Too many memories to try to distill into a posting, but I'll never be in the Garden again without seeing that monster wall (from one side of the arena to the other and thirty feet tall, at least!).

Of course, what goes up must come down, and an arena full of people shouting 'tear down the wall' was wild. Then the wall collapsed . . .

It may be the one time that I have ever thought the ticket price was justified. The logistics of this show boggle the mind.

I will never forget it. Of course to bring it all back home, let me just say: it all started with a guy alone at home staring at some paper.