Last Night I Saw the Best Pink Floyd Tribute Band Ever!

It was called “Roger Waters at Madison Square Garden.” It had Roger Waters and Nick Mason in it – (um, was that the Pink half or the Floyd half?

How’d I get there?

My very best ski buddy Gary is a huge Floyd fan; months ago we agreed to get tix to this show, during which R. Waters would perform Dark Side of the Moon in its entirety, start to finish.

Last night Gary was in PHILLY at 6:30 for “work,” and I got the call he was unable to attend. ( i.e. BAILED like a WUSS – you are so going DOWN on Ripcord this year for that, Snowboard Boy!!!)

Ahem. Back to the discussion. So I and another companion went anyway.

On the aging rocker scale between “bloated relic” and “dessicated relic,” Waters comes in at a nice middle-of-the-road 190 pounds or so. Looked terribly, terribly, fit; has somewhat begun to resemble Richard Gere.

The show was spectacular (with all that implies) – fireworks, colored flamethrowers, artfully selected audio clips of vintage British radio, two super-giant screens with very excellent weird-ass druggie video and old Pink footage from Syd days (yes, Waters is still celebrating/cashing in, big time), a helium balloon of a floating astronaut accompanied by audio of Hal from 2001: A Space Odysssey, and yes . . . the floating pig balloon. This time with “Impeach Bush” scrawled on its ass.

The first half, Waters played an solid selection of hits from the Floyd catalog, including “Set Your Controls for the Heart of the Sun,” “Shine on You Crazy Diamond,” and “Wish You Were Here,” the last one dedicated to those lost on 9/11 (really?!?!!? yes!) and introduced a new song about a family he had met in Beirut, Lebanon, when he was 17 – that one was PATHETIC, lacking all subtlety and nuance. Wincingly polemic. Old guys who try political songs need to really watch it to avoid being complete assholes; a fact noted on Fred’s blog recently.

All cavils aside, the show was stupid and beautiful all at the same time.

MSG was filled with alienated white suburban youth and ex-youth who had somehow made a deep connection with tales of spoiled, alienated British rock stars wallowing in self-pity and their eventual reconcilation with self and reality.

The ex- and current alienated white suburban youth were really, really into it, and sang along with every word.

The performance was note-for-note EXACTLY like the record. (My companion has noted, in another forum, that there is some debate about Waters actually lip-synching the words, tho’ he clearly flat out forgot them in the encore, “Comfortably Numb.” Let’s say I wouldn’t be surprised at all.) The backup singers wailed near perfectly, eeriely reproducing the record. But, actually, the part where they do the stereo separation was really, really cool with those freakin’ humonguous speakers in the Garden! . . . Ahem.

I gotta admit that when I first heard Dark Side of the Moon, sometime in the pre-teen years, I was like, “Wow, I think these guys may be the GREATEST PHILOSOPHERS THE WORLD HAS EVER KNOWN!” I mean, they talked about money, time, death, and conformity and actually used the word “bullshit” in a song. Heady stuff at St. Cecilia’s Grammar School back then.

So everyone sang along with every word And I knew ’em all, too. Every word.

“The lunatics are in my hall.

The paper holds their folded faces to the floor,

And every day the paperboy brings more. . . .”

Rock on.

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Release date: By 08 August, 2006

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kyle

I saw this show (minus Nick Mason) back in 99 I believe, and it was spectacular. I’m glad you got to see the real “talent” of Pink Floyd, sorry Dave, you know I still love ya, and no one is better at bending strings than you! (as Roger and Nick would be the “Pink” aspect of it.)

They all got back together in the first time in 20 years to play one damn show for the “Live 8” thing, do you remember that? I still need to get that DVD. Anyhoos-

I recommend “Radio Chaos” and “Amused to Death” for any of Rogers solo albums, especially the latter. I get goose bumps every time I listen to it.

Posted by kyle on Thursday, September 14, 2006 at 4:02 PM
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Ellen

ha! Yup, I remember the Live 8 thing. I have to cop to having seen more than one of these Floydian shows – including the David Gilmour version – over the years.

My two bros and I were at a fantastic Giants Stadium show – wow, must have been more than 10 years ago. Except for spending two hours lost in the parking lot looking for each other afterward, it was pretty spectacular, too.

As my youngest bro commented when he saw this review, “The Pink Floyd shows I saw were always excellent. Every one was different but the same, maybe it was the drugs involved.” Anyway I have the audio of that Live 8 show and a couple of others if you want. Let me know.

Posted by Ellen on Friday, September 15, 2006 at 11:19 AM
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Gonna release this movie someday

Wed night I went to a private preview screening of the Jamaican underground cult
classic Shottas – (aka the Jamaican Scarface), which was supposedly finally going to open September 22. Its release has been pushed back to Nov 3 – thank goodness – now nothing can interfere with my mandatory opening night viewing of Jackass 2. Ahem. (Yes, I have to see Jackass on opening night. I don’t care if everyone else says it’s a piece of crap. Queens Girl knows why.)

Anyway, Shottas is an unreleased cult classic – it’s been circulating in bootleg copies since at least 2002, when it screened at the Toronto Film Festival, with a couple of different soundtracks – the one I heard at the “official” screening Wed night was pretty good – more “gangsta” than “culture” – but who knows if that’ll be the final one. The suspicious lack of any and all credits – for anything! – at the end of the film indicates they STILL haven’t cleared the music rights. This is not all that surprising.

So what is this movie? It IS the Jamaican Scarface (“shottas” is Jamaican patois for gangsters), with Ky-mani Marley (a son of Bob’s), Spragga Benz, and Wyclef Jean as a bunch of Jamaican gangsters in Miami and Jamaica, growing up, taking over, living the life . . .with tons of slo-mo, fast-mo, and regular-mo bloodshed and massive gun battles. Brian De Palma has a lot to answer for – as does Sam Peckinpah.

But I really liked this movie! Especially the first part. The stunning portrait of Kingston reminded me of the vision of Jo’burg in last year’s great Tsotsi. But the narrative falls far short of that film’s, Spragga Benz doesn’t perform a bit of dancehall, and Wyclef ain’t exactly as talented an actor as he is a musician/producer/etc. . . well, I still say go see it, whenever it finally shows up in theaters. But don’t expect a masterpiece. Just hope the soundtrack I heard is the one you hear – cuz it rocked.