Echoes of Flavio's Ghost Dreaming

Went to Mario's café here down Kentish Town Road, was going to just put one of my guitar lesson flyers on their board; had a fruit juice and started conversation, commenting on the week, mention expensive car disaster and, as compensation, was going to mention the concert, "you know Pink Floyd-The Wall..." and Mario says "Woot, did you go? That was amazing, wasn't it" And we ended up in a sing-along with me playing the battered old dreadnought guitar that normally lives on their wall and them singing, "There is no pain, you are receding... a distant ship's smoke on the horizon..."

Ok, so I didn't die without having seen The Wall, if not of course in the original Pink Floyd incarnation in Earl's Ct., and of course not without its flaws but in any case quite relevant and still by a very long way the best bit of popular music theatre I've ever seen.

One thing that left me thinking is that, in the intermission, while on the wall/screen there was a rolling list of people killed or disappeared by their various governments, I had to go to the loo and in the queue the people were just enthused by the technical and technological wizardry on display -and, it seemed to me, thus missing the point of what the artist was trying to say. Never mind...

Looking forward to seeing Roger Waters - The Wall tonight. Particularly since, according to this link somebody sent me this morning, it might really be the Last Chance to see :D