Why am I doing the Wall again now? Roger Waters, 2010
I recently came across this quote of mine from 22 years ago:
” What it comes down to for me is this: Will the technologies of
communication in our culture, serve to enlighten us and help us to
understand one another better, or will they deceive us and keep us
apart?” I
believe this is still a supremely relevant question and the jury is
out. There is a lot of commercial clutter on the net, and a lot of
propaganda, but I have a sense that just beneath the surface
understanding is gaining ground. We just have to keep blogging, keep
twittering, keep communicating, keep sharing ideas. 30 Years ago when I wrote The Wall I was a frightened young man. Well not that young, I was 36 years old. It
took me a long time to get over my fears. Anyway, in the intervening
years it has occurred to me that maybe the story of my fear and loss
with it’s concomitant inevitable residue of ridicule, shame and
punishment, provides an allegory for broader concerns.: Nationalism,
racism, sexism, religion, Whatever! All these issues and ‘isms are
driven by the same fears that drove my young life. This
new production of The Wall is an attempt to draw some comparisons, to
illuminate our current predicament, and is dedicated to all the
innocent lost in the intervening years. In
some quarters, among the chattering classes, there exists a cynical
view that human beings as a collective are incapable of developing more
‘humane’ ie, kinder, more generous, more cooperative, more empathetic
relationships with one another. I disagree. In my view it is too early in our story to leap to such a conclusion, we are after all a very young species. I
believe we have at least a chance to aspire to something better than
the dog eat dog ritual slaughter that is our current response to our
institutionalized fear of each other. I
feel it is my responsibility as an artist to express my, albeit
guarded, optimism, and encourage others to do the same. To quote the
great man, ” You may say that I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one.”
- Roger Waters, 2010
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نوشته شده در 89/02/03ساعت 21:24 توسط مونا انتخابی
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I was born with the wrong sign In the wrong house With the wrong ascendancy I took the wrong road That led to The wrong tendencies I was in the wrong place At the wrong time For the wrong reason And the wrong rhyme On the wrong day Of the wrong week Used the wrong method With the wrong technique Wrong Wrong There's something wrong with me chemically Something wrong with me inherently The wrong mix In the wrong genes I reached the wrong ends By the wrong means It was the wrong plan In the wrong hands The wrong theory For the wrong man The wrong eyes On the wrong prize The wrong questions With the wrong replies Wrong Wrong I was marching to the wrong drum With the wrong scum Pissing out the wrong energy Using all the wrong lines And the wrong signs With the wrong intensity I was on the wrong page Of the wrong book With the wrong rendition Of the wrong look With the wrong moon Every wrong night With the wrong tune playing Till it sounded right, yeah Wrong Wrong Too long
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نوشته شده در 89/01/06ساعت 19:31 توسط مونا انتخابی
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