I know what it's like to listen to The Wall on repeat. I did that for a long stretch of 1983 when I spent the winter of my Freshman year in the hospital with a broken leg. I don't know however, what it's like to fly half-way across the country to see the Another Brick in The Wall Opera. Fortunately, Jennifer Parker knows exactly what that's like and she was kind enough to write about it in her terrific piece "Another Brick in The Wall Opera" at At Large magazine. Please do check it out, and if you're so inclined, do enjoy some excerpt below as well.
"Once again, it is muggy AF in NYC. Though Labor Day Weekend has passed, the official end of summer isn’t until the Fall Equinox. The holiday weekend brings a sense of finality. I believe no summer should end without a romantic story. I rediscovered an old friend. Wait a hot minute before you make any assumptions because this friend shapeshifted its way through my life, sometimes welcome, sometimes not, but was always there to make me think and note by note, measure by measure, baritone, soprano and chorus this time I witnessed The Wall reimagined as an opera. It’s a complicated relationship that I have with Pink Floyd in general, The Wall specifically because it both gets me and gets to me like no person ever has. I guess that’s my idea of romance."