| What the fuck is the age of Aquarius? |
[Apr. 11th, 2007|03:40 am] |
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I will be the first to admit that above all else I am an idealist. This is something that I always have been, and over the years this tendency has manifested itself in various ways. In the 60s it culminated in the expulsion of Roger Keith Barrett from our band. I would like to say once, and for all, that I do not regret this decision.
The band has always remained his, and forever will with the legacy that has been buried in our music from the beginning. All of the songs we sang were his own in the beginning, all of the songs we have sang since them have been in his memory. It is in this way that he will never truly die.
In the 80s my dedication to the frail painter became apparant in the court battles that were fought between me and the rest of my band (more specifically, David Gilmour.) Although I was the one who walked out on the band after The Final Cut, I still believed that I had a claim upon it... and this is something that I still believe. After all, it was I who wrote a great majority of the music and lyrics -- it was me who co-founded the band that Roger Keith Barrett began.
My idealism is such that I try and see the best in everyone. I am a hypocrite, as much as Pete Townshend is. I acknowledge this. Nevertheless, I understand that I am not the only that exists... and at the very least I am perpetuating a tunnel-vision view of peace, of a future in which things could be better; in a future in which things will be better.
I will be better to all of you.
R.W. |
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[Mar. 4th, 2007|02:37 pm] |
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Everyone I love goes away in the end.
R.W.
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[Jan. 1st, 2007|02:47 pm] |
I write so much about trying to find connections - it seems ironic that after all of these years I should still remain alone.
It is the best of us who find ourselves like this. Rock and Roll above all else is an isolating art, the more fame a fellow gains, the further onward he seems to go, the less approachable he becomes.
We build these walls around ourselves to cut away what contact we once had with the others, the larger the crowds become the less personal the act is, even as the music retains its previous majesty, it's previous personal contact.
It is impossible to remain close once the celebrity in you is exposed.
I could say that it used to be different; when we were younger we loved quite a lot, but even then it wasn't true. As close as I became to others, it was never myself that was truly there. I could say that Syd was one of the few who truly knew me, but even as I type this now I am aware that I was one of the deciding factors that killed what he was and brought him into what he became. I could say that I murdered my friend.
He would rant and rave his entire life, the mere sound of my name would send him into a rage. That is the truth, as awful as it is, and it is for that that I never visited him. I was fairly close to him, but not as close as all of you would like to believe. It was Rick who was truly inseperable from him, the bleeding heart that that man still is to this day; he was more sensitive to things than I ever was or possibly can be.
I acknowledge the fact that I am not a good person. I've acknowledged that fact again and again. I am a Dog through and through, but even a dog needs a home. Even a person like me can suffer to feel on occassion. We loved quite a lot back in the day -- I still love, I still breathe. I am still the person who I once was. I'm just older now and even more alone.
It's sad when it comes down to things like this, but there's little to be done about it, is there?
It will go, in the end. All of it will.
In the meantime, all we can do is get up and try to do our part and change ourselves before trying to get others to question. It is too hard to go further and try to change the world.
Roger Waters. |
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[Dec. 28th, 2006|10:40 pm] |
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This is long-delayed, I know, but I felt I must post to acknowledge the death of a certain Mr. Ford. Although I did not agree with many of his policies, it is still the death of a leader and it should be rightly acknowledged. May you rest in peace.
In addition to this loss, the loss of James Brown must also be acknowledged. I repeat, rest in peace.
With that having been said, I wish to thank Ms. Stella for creating these lovely icons for me. I apologise for the delay in my using them, but they are all greatly appreciated. Your talents are numerous, dear.
My absence, although much expected, has regretfully become the norm. I realise how much you all must be missing me, and for that I shall try to be around more often... and not be drunk when I am here. I'm sure we all can learn a valuable lesson against drinking from some past.. mistakes I have made while under the influence.
Ignore the above paragraph. My pantry is calling.
R.W.
Post script: The Wall's Broadway adaption is coming along nicely, although I still haven't managed to pull Gerry away from Steinman's project. What a wonderful friend he turned out to be. |
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[Dec. 25th, 2006|05:29 pm] |
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Normally my post would say something along the lines of "Fuck you, I'm celebrating on my own."
Only.. it's bloody depressing when no one at all wishes you a Merry Christmas.
Fucking Christians.
So much for the bloody Holiday Spirits.
I'm going to go get pissed again. At least the whiskey is still here.
-R.W. |
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[Nov. 26th, 2006|12:11 am] |
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| | "Legend of a Mind" - The Moody Blues, In Search of the... | ] |
I don't have to fucking do a thing. I have it bloody made. Some people did a write-up of me after I sold my apartments on fifth avenue for no less than 14.5 million dollars.
Given a good deal of that will go to charity; I won't be grabbing it with both hands to go make a stash, as Madcap so lovingly put it, ha ha.
I owe you a present Pete, thank you for being there for me. You, too, Zap. I'll try to be around more as my connection does seem to be lessening in its cutting off. I feel so fucking behind when it comes to all of you.
It's bloody hard keeping this journal around.
Things are looking better as to the Broadway version of The Wall, though I am having some trouble getting in touch with Mr. Scarfe. It's odd how some of you have had better luck talking to him than I have -- and we're bloody friends! He told me he's working on a show for a certain Jim Steinman, so I suppose I'll have to get in touch with him so he can give me my fucking artist back!
In other news Ca Ira is getting scheduled for a time in the not so distant future. For all of you who want to see a genuine opera by yours truly, get in line. Tickets are nowhere close to being on sale. Buy the DVD instead.
The website's been updated with an interview and some more tour dates. No rest for the weary save for the current bit I'm getting.
Still no word from the girlfriend. I should be getting concerned about now, shouldn't I?
Comment if you love me.
I should comment on this, then, shouldn't I?
-R.W.
P.S. - No, I'm not fucking stoned. |
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[Oct. 31st, 2006|03:29 am] |
| My LiveJournal Trick-or-Treat Haul |
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| stone_dogs goes trick-or-treating, dressed up as A WWII general. | | bassman_ox gives you 6 light blue licorice-flavoured jawbreakers. | | bone_townshend gives you 5 blue spearmint-flavoured gumdrops. | | kittendew gives you 5 mauve apple-flavoured gummy bats. | | madcap_ox gives you 1 light orange watermelon-flavoured wafers. | | moon_karma gives you 18 green peach-flavoured wafers. | | the_loon gives you 2 milky white cola-flavoured gumdrops. | | ukiby_chan tricks you! You get a 3.5-inch floppy disc. | | stone_dogs ends up with 37 pieces of candy, and a 3.5-inch floppy disc. | | Another fun meme brought to you by rfreebern. |
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[Oct. 30th, 2006|04:29 am] |
In 2005 I said that there was more to Ca Ira. I said that the more to that phrase is that there is hope. Too many people die before their time. Whether Syd Barrett, Keith Moon, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, John Lennon, John Entwistle, Etienne, Nadine Roda-Gil, Edgar A. Poe, Vincent Van Gogh, Marie Antoinette... it doesn't matter who they are, the story is always the same.
Certain circumstances drive someone to do something to ends in their untimely death. In all things, however, there is a choice. It's that that you need to see.
This entry is addressed to an individual. To preserve the integrity of the person in question I won't put the name, but I already know that most of you know whom this is going to.
We've barely met, we barely have spoken.. there is so much left for you to do, so much left for you to see.
We are here for you, ca ira... there is hope.
Please don't go the way of the man whose name you share. Please don't go the way of countless before you, full of wasted potential and lying dead in your own blood or vomit. Don't go the way of those before you.
There is hope.
There is hope.
R.W. |
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[Oct. 23rd, 2006|12:28 am] |
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I must send a letter of thanks to a certain Madcap for providing me with something I haven't heard in over thirty bloody years.
God, I'm fucking old. At least I'm not deaf and I still have all my bloody hair, though, ha ha.
Well, she has provided me with a "bootlegged" concert from a certain Montreal show...
I know what you all think of me. You think I'm some kind of bloody bastard for what I did then, what I did before, what I'm bloody doing now. I have to tell you, I don't fucking care.
I was right then. My actions were fucking legit -- he was shooting off fucking FIREWORKS during the show!
If you don't want to hear my music - get the fuck out. If you don't want to hear me sing - get the fuck out. If you don't like me, my political views, my actions, my voice, my bass playing - I don't fucking care.
I am who I am, and I won't change that.
R.W. |
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[Sep. 28th, 2006|06:35 pm] |
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| | Someone blasting the bleedin' Who | ] |
Dear god these fucking gigs!
Every bleeding night it's something different, the lights don't work, a guitar string breaks, you think White would be more bleeding careful after the third time. God, I'm sick of this whole mess. Luckily the actual performance part makes it all worthwhile. God knows how long I'd last if the set was any different.
Someone left a few reviews of the show outside my hotel room. They're bloody hilarious. "Since when was Roger Waters so political?"
Since when did you actually sit down and listen to my fucking music?
Pink Floyd fans, indeed.
Reminds me of some of the articles after Syd died.
Roger Waters was never political and David Gilmour founded the band.
Ha ha.
R.W. |
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[Sep. 24th, 2006|09:20 pm] |
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Fuck all that 'Bush is great' cack, the crowd cheers when the pig's released - that should show you well enough where their loyalties lie.
Bloody fantastic show on Saturday, so your friend should be adequately impressed, Lynsey. If she isn't you can tell her to go fuck off because I did my best out there and it bloody well showed.
Had a good time with Pete, as well. Even though you wouldn't stop talking the whole damn time - you should let me get at least one word in edgewise! The pancakes were tops, though. Spot on with the blueberry syrup.
R.W. |
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[Sep. 14th, 2006|10:37 pm] |
This is a bloody miserable country. I don't know why I agreed to come. Touring is just awful more than half the time.
Every time I play it's the same. Shouting and screaming, "Mother can I trust the government?"
You don't fucking get it!
It's like all the fucking idiots in the world were deported here. That's the only your country could manage to get more illiterate sods graduating "high" school than anywhere else. You Americans can't even call your educational institutions by the correct name.
I think you do it just to confuse the rest of the world. The same with your fucking temperatures... and measurements -- those are the real killer.
It's bad enough that I'm touring here in the first place. What makes it worse is that I will be passing through Washington D.C. in a week. The heart of the whole damn country's problem.
Wiretapping the phones wasn't bad enough, now Congress wants to allow torture for higher level prisoners of war. Don't they allow anyone any rights nowadays?
And the fucking Patriot Act! As if this country wasn't falling far enough into that monkeys dictorial grasp as it were now he's given the Secret Service nearly unlimited rights in the way of civilian arrests.
A loophole was found a little under a week ago. Any ground they say can't be walked on... one wrong step and you're under arrest.
It's such a fucking wreck.
At least Blair is finally resigning.
R.W. |
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