Last night I saw Roger Waters’ The Wall with James.
It was, without a doubt, the best concert I’ve ever been to. When ‘In The Flesh’ started I was so close to tears that I had to bite my lip to stop myself from sobbing. It was completely surreal and amazing and not in the least bit disappointing.
Even though he didn’t know most of the songs, I think James liked it too, and it was really wonderful for him to be there with me for it. When James and I first got together when we were 14/15 years old, I was a massive stoner, self harmer, depressed and depressing young girl. For about 3 months I would watch The Wall every day, a lot of the time rewinding the video tape as soon as it had finished to watch it again. My parents hated it and my sister endured it.
It’s just exciting for me to see how far the both of us have come, to see how excited I was to watch The Wall last night, whereas in the past it was something I watched to indulge my sadness and anger. It was an excellent night and I am so glad that he was there with me.
