I've been going back and really listening to lots of music that I haven't listened to in years. Recently, I've been feeling good enough to actually listen to Pink Floyd’s The Wall again. It may very well have been one of the very first horror musicals. I think it's a terrible album to listen to if you're at all depressed, but in the right frame of mind, it sounds amazing. It really is a masterpiece of sorts. I was a teenager when I first bought a copy on vinyl and it made quite an impression.
I went to see the movie when it was released in theatres, but it was hard for me to focus on it because my friend Della was with me, and she cried through the whole film. She had somehow decided that her boyfriend was breaking up with her, so that’s all she could think about. It made for quite a filmgoing experience, let me tell you (and yes, the character named Della in my novel Caster is based on her).
Anyway, I began to wonder about the narrative of the album and some of the things mentioned in the lyrics. I searched online and found an interview with Roger Waters that was done back before Pink Floyd ever toured in support of the album. You know, back when Waters was reasonable.
One thing I never truly understood was the title of the two tracks called In the Flesh. Well, I just learned that Pink Floyd's Animals tour was called the In the Flesh tour. The Wall came about because Waters was totally disgusted by their audience by the time they were done with that grueling tour. They were the most popular that they’d ever been so many people in the audience only knew their hits. Waters said that they had to perform like dancing monkeys for these partying people no matter how sick or tired the band members were. Pink Floyd did 55 huge shows in seven months and Waters said it felt like a prison sentence at times. It turned him into a different person, and that's who the character of Pink is based on.
This is all news to me, but it makes sense. Every story I hear about life in the big 70s bands was that it was like being on some insane treadmill. That's one of the reasons why so many of those guys ended up doing lots of drugs. It’s sad that the general public never really knew the price these people paid to be entertainers. The myth of the rock star was (and is) so strong that many still aspire to be in their shoes. I used to crave a life in music, but now I’m happy that it eluded me. I seriously doubt that I would have survived a life on the road.
These days, almost no one makes money off of recorded music. They all have to spend night after grueling night fighting to make a few dollars playing to ingrates at small venues. If there’s a moral to this tale, it’s this - Please be kind to live musicians, and be grateful for the things they’ve gone through to be able to perform for you. It’s not a life of glamour, but one of crappy motels and road food.