[QUOTE=Kyle v2;34421979]inb4 killerteacup bashes Roger again.[/QUOTE]
What the hell dude
I like Roger quite a bit, but howard is annoying as hell, pretty much accuses him of being a dick for turning down a $350 million floyd tour reunited, and doesn't understand why they don't want to get together if it's not because they just hate each other. He's really frustrating.
Good interview though, lots of interesting stuff
[QUOTE=killerteacup;34426827]
Good interview though, lots of interesting stuff[/QUOTE]
Yeah, especially the part about Roger's penis. :barf:
[QUOTE=Hakita;34416537]Well I wouldn't call 0 enough.[/QUOTE]
That hurt my soul and my left thigh
[QUOTE=ThatCrazyGmanV2;34427717]That hurt my soul and my left thigh[/QUOTE]
Its good to get your soul hurt every now and then.
[QUOTE=Hakita;34427835]Its good to get your soul hurt every now and then.[/QUOTE]
I've been listening to Jesus Rodriguez for the last two days, it was already hurting
[QUOTE=ThatCrazyGmanV2;34427889]I've been listening to Jesus Rodriguez for the last two days, it was already hurting[/QUOTE]
Too bad.
Holy mother of god Jesus Christ that was amazing.
[editline]29th January 2012[/editline]
The Trial man, and Waiting for the Worms, and Young Lust. Jesus. And the Comfortably Numb solo, I wish it was David, I was hoping that maybe when the spotlight came on, it would be him on top of the wall. But it was still amazing.
[QUOTE=Khaos-23;34430328]Holy mother of god Jesus Christ that was amazing.
[editline]29th January 2012[/editline]
The Trial man, and Waiting for the Worms, and Young Lust. Jesus. And the Comfortably Numb solo, I wish it was David, I was hoping that maybe when the spotlight came on, it would be him on top of the wall. But it was still amazing.[/QUOTE]
I'd really love to hear WFTW live because no real home sound system can do that bass riff justice.
[editline]28th January 2012[/editline]
Infact i've been looking into getting a bass guitar JUST to learn to play that sick riff.
I have finally visualized Time.
I imagine it as an infant, running on a globe floating in the middle of space, the globe itself is rotating under his feet like a treadmill, As the sun and moon rise and set rapidly in the background, aging him through childhood, adolescence, adulthood, and old age rapidly with each rise and set.
if that makes any sense.
[QUOTE=Drsalvador;34436488]I have finally visualized Time.
I imagine it as an infant, running on a globe floating in the middle of space, the globe itself is rotating under his feet like a treadmill, As the sun and moon rise and set rapidly in the background, aging him through childhood, adolescence, adulthood, and old age rapidly with each rise and set.
if that makes any sense.[/QUOTE]
Either you're high or that did make sense.
[QUOTE=AK'z;34436766]Either you're high or that did make sense.[/QUOTE]
Sounds like somebody out-artsied Akayz.
take my hat off to you, but you're still a git salvador (dali?)
Here's my entire visualization of DSOTM:
[U]Speak/Breathe[/U]
Slowly the heartbeat begins, And the camera is focused on the moon, eclipsing the sun, slowly it starts zooming out, and into the Earth, and as the sound effects and music begins, it super-fast zooms into a field, A green pasture, The camera pans through the grass slowly, As slow-motion bombs go off, Napalm bombs, But they do no damage to the ground or grass, They just sweep through and past, encapsulating the camera, until it cuts to a man in a straitjacket and jeans, walking around ontop of the hill, the explosions have disappeared, He runs through the field, rejoicing in the sunset, until eventually he falls over, and lies flat on his back in the grass, enjoying the sun, until slowly it dissolves into On The Run.
[U]On The Run(I'll do a seperate one for The Travel Sequence later)[/U]
The camera pulls up into a street, perhaps LA in the 70's, cars rush past and trains thunder past, a police helicopter pans past, and we zoom into a train carriage, A man is sat there on the train, the city and flashes past the window, he sits there reading the newspaper, the camera pans past the news stories he reads, All of them being incomprehensible babble,
And as the quote kicks in, it enters a tunnel, with a man's laughin face flashing into the black backround behind the glass behind the Commuter, The camera cuts to the front of the train, speeding through the city, until eventually it enters another tunnel, and comes out the other end, in the middle of space, and it slowly turns completely black.
[U]Time.[/U]
The camera pulls out of the 12 dial on an old-fashioned cuckoo clock, Floating in a void. Hundreds of other clocks float around it, all of them ring and wail and screech in unison. Until we dissolve to a baby, standing on a globe in the middle of space, Slowly as the bass kicks in, He stands up and starts walking, Until eventually, he slowly and forcefully gets into a run, and the globe rotates under his feet,
and the moon behind him rotates with the globe, and disappears as the sun rises, and the baby continues running, aging with each sunrise, Until he is a child, and that child continues running, until he becomes a teenager, And that teenager continues running, Until he becomes a young adult, running, As the solo begins, he runs even faster, determined, and he sprints, faster and faster, and when the vocals kick back in, he slows up into a run. He begins aging into an old man, and that old man continues running, trying to reach the sun. Until eventually he falls apart, into a skeleton and pile of bones.
[U]Breathe(Reprise)[/U]
We fade back into the hill, It turns the opposite direction it was facing originally, A group of people are running down the hill wearing purple robes, Towards a giant, spire-laden, towering, glistening cathedral.
[U]Great Gig In The Sky.[/U]
We zoom out above a new-yorkesque city, And as the piano begins, Everyone in the city is walking in slow motion, and it follows normal life in the city, Following the hustle and bustle. Then the vocals kick in, And a MEGA shockwave erupts, And starts vaporising the city, Smashing houses into dust and glass shards, People are turned to nothing but fractured skeletons, Cars turn into scrap metal and then into more dust,
The camera cuts to an angle above the city, Showing the giant blue/purple shockwave eradicating the entire city from the centre, and slowly, as the vocals slow down, Everything stops, and slowly collapses, into a new, sparkling, beautiful desert, And chunks of rubble slowly collapse into a small settlement, And the skeleton-shards of the people collapse back into people, Ready to begin the process anew.
[U]Money.[/U]
We cut to a Cash register, Suddenly it chings open and someone gets change out of it, Then another appears in splitscreen performing the same action until the screen is a large collection of footage, And then as the vocals kick in, we kick into a mad men-style 1950's office building, and a large group of faceless businessmen walk down a hallway into a boardroom, Where other businessmen are grouping.
The sitting businessmen point at graphs with mitten-hands and have stacks of money at their side, One businessman gestures towards another's stack, then to his own, indicating he requires a loan, The other proffers his hand, and as the loan-taker grasps it, He stabs him in the back, killing him, and immediately takes his place along with his own money. Then as the solo begins the first group of businessmen burst into the room. And start fiercely gesturing, Pointing out a small anglo-saxon vilalge out the window and down the hill, Then when the "descending" rapid sax/drum part begins, They sprint down stairs and burst out the front doors of their towering, grey, monolithic skyscraper, and morph into a large black vapor/liquid/worm grouping, That slowly consumes and disintegrates the village, Causing it to erupt again into giant factories, skyscrapers, and businesses.
The villagers run, but are grabbed by a giant faceless businessman, and thrown into a basket, And he carries them off towards one of the factories again, It cuts to the factory, Villagers are poured into the machines, And come out as faceless businessmen, Being given low-quality suits, starting on the lowest rung of the ladder, And as the vocals kick in again, It continues showing the new businessmen going down the conveyer belt towards an exit to the outside, Before it all fades out and fades into black.
[U]Us And Them.[/U]
We cut to a flower, in the middle of the Somme, a bullet shreds it into insignificance, And we cut to soldiers firing off their rifles, Artillery guns pounding, The soldiers too, are faceless, Wearing german WWI gear, Firing machine guns and artillery guns and lobbing grenades, The camera slowly pans to a giant, monstrous, caricatured WWI-era german general, leering over them, with thousands of strings dangling out of his fingers, manipulating them and using them as his toy soldiers.
The camera turns to reveal the british trench, getting bombed, As puppet limbs fly everywhere, shards of wood splatter across the land, A giant, caricatured Lord Kitchener-type figure is above their trench, manipulating them as the german did, And the carnage continues until the "Short Sharp Shock" bit, where it shows a single, string-less soldier running across the battlefield, He is struck by a bullet and grasps his chest as the sax solo begins, The camera spins round him very fast, Until eventually, it is just him spinning around in a starry void, Then as the backing vocals kick back in, He collapses into the mud, And his fellow puppet-soldiers run across the battlefield, and are slaughtered by machinegun fire, When the vocals return, it focuses on a single man blown asunder by an Artillery shell, He floats backwards in the air continuously, Until he enters a black void full of colorful blobs.
[U]Any Color You Like[/U]
As he floats through the void, His clothes fall away and he becomes a featureless, androgynous human figure, He morphs into all kinds of everyday objects and things, A dog, A cat, A house, a car, money, a hammer, a heart, a gun, a ring, food, And then eventually morphs back into his androgynous form, And as the bass begins again, he bounces off all sorts of different colored blobs, Changing to that color each time he does, and as the bass gets faster and faster, he is pinging around like a pinball, And eventually he ricochets off into the blackness, Before colliding with more blobs, And eventually he BECOMES a pinball, Ricocheting around in a pinball machine, And the camera slowly zooms out of a flashing, sound effect-blaring Pinball machine, And zooms over the shoulder of a faceless businessman who is playing the machine. Until it cuts out.
[U]Brain Damage[/U]
We cut to the hill again, This time at the bottom of the hill, There is a large asylum-style building there, And slowly, an orderly with exaggerated, spindly limbs, comes into frame, leading the Lunatic we saw previously down the hill towards the asylum in slow motion,
And as the drums begin, An image of a bomb going off is superimposed over the screen, And then over that an image of The Moon, and then an image of someone drinking a cup of coffee, Then another image of a couple having a fight, And as the laughter begins, Images of people of all different kinds laughing, And as the lyrics continue, More images of modern life flash past, Showing all kinds of incidents, War, Love, peace, hell, heaven, dinner, breakfast, sausages, drugs, washing-up, and at each repetition of "I'll see you on the dark side of the moon", an image of the moon is superimposed, And as the laughter begins again, More images of people laughing is shown. And we enter Eclipse.
[U]Eclipse[/U]
The image of the Asylum completely dissappears, And fades into multiple shots of bustling cities, Of people, living, breathing, eating, dying, killing, loving, hating, stealing, buying, begging, borrowing, stealing, dealing, creating, destroying, saying, speaking, And "everyone you meet" Shows a massive crowd from overhead, And begins zooming out, out of the atmosphere, rapidly, as we begun, And when it comes to "The sun is eclisped by the moon," It shows the moon, eclipsing the sun, Just as we saw at the beginning, And the heartbeat begins again, As it fades into blackness once more.
[B]Fuck that took [I]forever[/I]to write.[/B]
nice.. That's some imagination you have there :-)
How many times must you have heard the album to come up with that?
I've only heard the whole album like 5-8 times total. I do that with every album i listen to.
Roger Waters: The Wall Live, never before have I been so frightened yet so mesmerized by anything ever before in my young life, insanely brilliant doesn't come close to accurately describe the show, not to mention I was what, 4-6 Meters away from Rodger the whole show so I could see all the deranged looks he was giving random audience members.
[QUOTE=Drsalvador;34437612]I've only heard the whole album like 5-8 times total. I do that with every album i listen to.[/QUOTE]
Nice, bet you could do it with Yes' Close to the Edge.
I saw Roger Waters the wall last night brilliant stageshow
I hope Roger does another tour in Britain next year. I'd really love to see it.
From what I've seen of the tour on youtube, it looks spectacular....a true rock opera. I saw one concert from around mid 2011 I think where Roger was given what looked like an MP40 machine gun and fired blanks at the audience during "In the Flesh (pt. II)".
They're not blanks, It's an LED at the end of the gun with sound effects played alongside it. You can't use blanks in a concert as they still produce gas/flame out of the muzzle(AKA muzzleflashes)
[QUOTE=Drsalvador;34440038]They're not blanks, It's an LED at the end of the gun with sound effects played alongside it. You can't use blanks in a concert as they still produce gas/flame out of the muzzle(AKA muzzleflashes)[/QUOTE]
yeah he pointed at people and yelled "I'm gonna kill ya!", then he started firing the "gun"
Nice work on that visualization! It must have taken a while to create! :smile:
ARE THERE ANY.... PPPPARANOIDS IN... PPPERTH?! THIS SONG IS FOR YOU.... RUN LIKE HELL!
WOOOOOOOOOO!
I may embark on one of two projects tomorrow:
* Visualizing The Wall
* Visualizing Wish You Were Here(more likely)
Don't do The Wall and if you do, visualize it in a completely different way not related to Roger/Scarfe's vision.
[QUOTE=Doman;34440771]ARE THERE ANY.... PPPPARANOIDS IN... PPPERTH?! THIS SONG IS FOR YOU.... RUN LIKE HELL!
WOOOOOOOOOO![/QUOTE]
Mother should I trust the government?
*NO FUCKING WAY*
[QUOTE=phantom87;34440026]From what I've seen of the tour on youtube, it looks spectacular....a true rock opera. I saw one concert from around mid 2011 I think where Roger was given what looked like an MP40 machine gun and fired blanks at the audience during "In the Flesh (pt. II)".[/QUOTE]
[video=youtube;5YmwGSC9H3k]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5YmwGSC9H3k[/video]
I was one of the people he pointed to!
[QUOTE=ThatCrazyGmanV2;34441990]Mother should I trust the government?
*NO FUCKING WAY*[/QUOTE]
Best moment of the show imo
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