I've been listening to The Wall since I first had a copied tape in 1994 at age 16, shortly after I first discovered the Floyd with CD's of everyone's first two Floyd albums: Dark Side and Wish You Were Here.
Wow...I realise most how powerful The Wall is when I've had a long break from it (say a year or more). It's impossible to do a song-by-song analysis, or a review of disc 1's merits over disc 2...The Wall is an 80-minute whole, a journey so perfectly executed that it transcends music and becomes something we can't even describe in words...only in goosepimpled skin, lumps in throat, nonsense rage, maniacal laughter and intense feelings of concentration.
I sing along to every bit of it with all my might...I feel the story...I am the story...at the end I am drained, the wall is down and after a few moments of calming down, of reflection...I resume the reality of my own existence.
Mad bugger indeed.
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