Beginning next year, this web site will undergo a metamorphosis. It will cease being my personal web site, and will instead become the web site for a band called Wicasta. Okay, I know that sounds a little strange. But bear with me.
It doesn’t feel like an end is approaching. It feels like a beginning is. I’m nearing the starting line, replete with all of the implications and hope one might expect. 2018 is when shit will get serious.
Reports of Roger Waters protests are just more Right-Wing delusion aimed at giving people the vapors. They’re not based in reality. Yes, people have walked out. But it’s not the mass exodus you’d expect from the breathless reporting.
The truth is, “Is This the Life We Really Want?” is not an album for the casual listener. None of Waters’ solo works have been, really. People who show up expecting Pink Floyd are going to be disappointed (you can usually spot them, because they’re always whining about David Gilmour).
I’ve been thinking about an encounter I had with a lady at my cousin’s funeral last week. For context, I just want to say that when you’re outside of all major religious thought and practice, you learn to recognize these “high-steppers” early on. All faiths have them.
I’ve been thinking a lot about the many broadsides I’ve seen launched against Roger Waters now that he’s released a new album, “Is This the Life We Really Want?”. I’ve mostly been thinking about how I’ve always found myself in the position of defending Waters, ever since the release of “The Pros and Cons of Hitch Hiking” in 1983.