(Yeah, I know I’m on hiatus, but I had this one mostly written and put a date in my calendar so I could make this one post… and, really, given the subject matter and the demographics of our readers, it is a topic which goes to many of our hearts. And y’all are going to hate me for this post, so I got that going for me too, I guess.)
Forty years ago, November 30th, 1979, saw the release of the last great concept album of the Classic Rock era, and one of the greatest albums of all time, Pink Floyd’s The Wall. I’ll leave it up to the more musically inclined and knowledgeable to talk about the guitar playing, the production, the story behind the making of… the Wiki article is a good start, especially with the linked resources at the bottom. I’m not even the biggest Pink Floyd fan, so I’ll also leave the band for y’all to discuss. This is a fantastic work, but I’m not qualified to speak of the details of the production
So why this thread?
I’m kind of more interested in the culture in which this album was released, and how music has changed since then, our views of what we want out of art and pop culture, more. Because, to me, while this is a great album… can it now even be called “influential”? When listening to today’s music, what elements from The Wall still exist?
I was 12 when this one came out, 13 when “Another Brick…” hit #1, and if there is a greater album for a young teen to smoke weed to and try to figure out what the fuck it meant, I can’t think of it. The Wall was a moment, a blow against the chirpy and poppy and effeminate disco which had been dominating the charts, which any white hetero teenage boy growing up in the suburbs (in this case, Atlanta) had to openly profess disdain, if not outright hatred, towards. The Wall was a true Piece of Art which showed the Donna Summers and the Bee Gees of the world what genius really was, and why Rock and Roll would never die and why Disco well and truly and forevermore Sucked.
Well!
I have been more wrong in my life, but at least on this topic I was wrong with almost everyone I knew at the time, so I guess that makes it better?
As I referenced in my Rapper’s Delight retrospective (also 40 years old in 2019!), 1979 was an interesting crossroads in American music – “standards” were big - updated to reflect current musical tastes, true, but simple love songs have always been a thing - rock and roll was going strong for its 15th straight year, and the beginnings of modern pop music – disco – was ruling the charts. The cultural battle was between rock and rollers and the disco teams (no one really cared to hate on James Taylor, Ambrosia, and Captain and Toni T), and then… and then….
And then in September of '79 this really weird song hit. A novelty song, or so it seemed at the time, Rapper’s Delight was ALSO just as big a sensation to the 12yo male set as The Wall was to be 2 months later. And this is where 12 year old me… and all my friends, and the music critics, and my sisters and their friends, and that crowd at that baseball game… this is where we got it all wrong:
Disco wasn’t going to kill rock and roll: Rap was. Disco, as it turns out, wasn’t even a threat.
The Wall is a fantastic album. Wonderful production values, great songs, masterful instrumentation – just top notch through and through. If I didn’t listen to it 100 times between 1979 and 1989, it wasn’t for lack of trying.
But… it’s weird, guys. I mean deeply, deeply, weird:
This is the opposite of “fun”, in no way optimistic, and these lyrics were framed in a larger story about a kid in an English boarding school. Like I said: Weird, especially to a teenager in the New South suburbs. And this isn’t unusual for the genre! Led Zep sang songs of druids, Styx had a massive hit about a guy being taken up in a spaceship (Come Sail Away) (and not to mention the whole Mr. Roboto thing), Bruce Springsteen never stopped singing songs of the angst of being an auto mechanic, more. And none of this had any resonance in my life.
The Wall, like much of 1970s rock and roll, is an album of alienation and societal separation. Unfortunately for its influence, it was released a mere year before the Reagan election, a man who offered a far more positive and upbeat attitude* than the rather dour seventies, a man with a vision of America better matched to a musical aesthetic which offered lyrics such as:
The contrast couldn’t be more obvious. One genre is singing songs of alienation, anger, and druids, the other singing about how to make bank, bang chicks, and be a star, all while feeling proud of these material desires and accomplishments. One was perfect for the Age of Watergate, the other was perfect for the Age of Wall Street. Both genres presented sharply contrasting views of masculinity, one where being an adult was painful and a drudge, a world where even growing up was just a dreary, oppressive pain in the ass, the other where owning your life meant money, girls, fame, and good times.
I mean, I know what message I prefer.
And so now when I listen to The Wall, I’m reminded most of Scorsese’s 1980’s film Raging Bull – a film which in many ways is the culmination of the 70s idealization for its form, released at the very time the larger culture was moving away from it. And when I listen to my daughter’s music… and the child has an extremely wide taste of music…. I hear Donna Summer. I hear the Bee Gees, I hear the Sugarhill Gang, hell, no matter how much I feel, I can even draw a line from Ambrosia to, say, Ed Sheeran…
But I don’t hear Pink Floyd.
*Don’t @ me, I was there.