An upcoming live performance of Pink Floyd’s Atom Heart Mother led by Ron Geesin, the orchestral arranger who worked on the album’s legendarily bloated title track, will be joined on the opening song by none other than Floyd’s David Gilmour himself. Gilmour has been quoted as saying “Some of it now, like Atom Heart Mother, strikes me as absolute crap, but I no longer want or have to play stuff I don’t enjoy,” but obviously time has changed the guitarist’s feelings about the album, which was the band’s first No. 1 album in the UK critically thought of as a disappointment following Ummagumma.
Roger Waters’ post-Coachella littering spree, the final chapter: The deflated remains of his giant inflatable pig, which floated away after his festival-closing performance Sunday night, were found Monday morning by a jogger. More »
Roger Waters’ post-Coachella littering spree, the final chapter: The deflated remains of his giant inflatable pig, which floated away after his festival-closing performance Sunday night, were found Monday morning by a jogger. More »
Roger Waters’ post-Coachella littering spree, the final chapter: The deflated remains of his giant inflatable pig, which floated away after his festival-closing performance Sunday night, were found Monday morning by a jogger. More »
I slogged through the first half of last night’s main-stage-closing set by Roger Waters–which was billed as “Roger Waters Dark Side Of The Moon“–partially out of masochism, partially in the interest of sociological research, and partially because I didn’t feel like dragging my ass over to the stuffed-to-capacity-all-weekend dance tent to see Modeselektor, who were the only other act playing for the first portion of Waters’ set. While it was interesting in a “so this is who he lured out to the desert” sort of way, it was also infuriating, and at one point a friend said to me, “I can hear your eyes rolling back from here.” But no portion of the evening filled me with more rage than the pre-show, which had as its visual an old-timey radio, a model airplane, and a tumbler of whiskey; every so often, a hand would reach into frame to change the station and/or refill the glass, and the stations that the hand hit on, for the most part, had a playlist that lulled the classic-rock fans in attendance into a state of self-righteousness: Bob Dylan, “Hound Dog,” and “My Funny Valentine.” There was also a “humorous” bit when the radio somehow was all-ABBA, all the time, and hand man couldn’t escape from the tyranny of radio! ABBA! I mean, could you believe the nerve!
“Those who live near the Empire Polo Fields, where the Coachella Music and Arts Festival was held, woke up this morning to something that looked like snow, according to some residents. More »
The long-awaited announcement regarding this year’s Coachella Festival has finally taken place, and apparently the big name the organizers got this year was … Roger Waters? Who will be recreating Dark Side Of The Moon on the festival’s main stage? Yeah, really. (What was that I said about festivals being totally over in ’08 again?) Tickets go on sale this Friday at 10 a.m. PT; other names on the 125-act bill, via the Los Angeles Times‘ Soundboard blog and URB, after the jump. (For those of you who think that Roger Waters is a little too old for Coachella: Don’t worry, Love and Rockets are on the bill, too!)