The story of Pink Floyd’s The Wall is well documented. For that reason, I won’t go into much detail about it. This has been my third time seeing Roger Waters in concert. I’ve also seen “Gilmour’s” Pink Floyd the same amount of times, but in comparison to Thursday’s show at the Garden, the latter shows were nearly forgettable. Then again, it could have been the shrooms, or whatever substance of the week I may have altered my mind with in the late 80’s and early 90’s. We sat in our loge seats with the stage not far left of us and a partially-built immense white wall. I noticed a near actual size World War II fighter plane hanging high up in the rafters in the back. The excitement was building. We introduced ourselves to our neighboring concert goers who were equally enthusiastic about the show. We then decided to load up on refreshments that would last until intermission, since no one wanted to get out of their seats during the show. We didn’t want to miss a thing.
A few weeks ago, I had the privilege to travel to New York City to see Noah Lennox a.k.a. Panda Bear perform at The Beach on Governor’s Island.
The overall atmosphere of the show was unique due to the date and location: the show was held in New York City on the 9th anniversary of the September 11th terrorist attacks. On a day of sorrow, plenty of people were able to transfer their emotions into excitement for the incredible display of music and visuals.