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Blog post No. 3,119: Rogelio Aguas

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I went to a concert at the weekend. Not something I do so much these days. I’m quite bad at being “on it” with regard to buying tickets in a timely manner. But, on Saturday, there was a free – gratis! – Roger Waters concert. He had already played two stadium shows during the week before, but the government of the city decided to pay him to do another show for free in the Zócalo, the main square in the centre of the city.

It’s not the first time such a concert has happened. McCartney did it, Shakira did it, Bieber did it. All the greats. I’m a bit of a worrier about getting to places on time, or early enough in this case. My mate and I were checking the streaming Zócalo webcam to see how full it was getting. He wanted to go at 5pm, I wanted to go at 4pm. We compromised – an Anglo-Mexican accord – and decided on half-past-four. That was until we checked the webcam at 3.30 and saw it was already more than half full. We set off straight away.

It wasn’t so bad when we got there, though. It hadn’t filled up too much. Loads of coppers around in riot gear, which is fairly normal for any event of any size in this bloody city. (Seriously, the police here treat any gathering as a potential revolution, it’s absurd.) But the police were doing no security checks. We could’ve smuggled in some booze. Plenty of people had smuggled in marijuana; the whole square had wee pockets of skunky smells.

We found a place to stand, about half way back and time went by very slowly. The PA played Aerosmith and Foo Fighters songs. At around 6pm, there was an announcement that the square was full. Top tip: don’t keep checking your watch when waiting for a concert to begin.

He came on eventually, of course, after an enjoyable 20-minute thing where the huge video screens showed clouds passing over a lunar landscape with an ambient soundscape, for want of better phrase. Setlist off of setlist.fm:

Speak to Me
Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun
One of These Days
Breathe (Reprise)
The Great Gig in the Sky
Us and Them
Shine On You Crazy Diamond (Parts I-V)
Welcome to the Machine
Have a Cigar
Wish You Were Here
Pigs on the Wing 1
Pigs on the Wing 2
Pigs (Three Different Ones)
The Happiest Days of Our Lives
Another Brick in the Wall Part 2
Run Like Hell
Brain Damage
Comfortably Numb

It was a bit weird hearing these songs with a dude from his band singing David Gilmour’s bits. He did a decent enough guitar impersonation, though. One shouldn’t really complain, and it’s no big deal considering it was free, but it would’ve been nice to hear a few more pre-Dark Side songs.

And it would’ve suited me down to the ground to not hear The Great Gig in the Sky (I hate hate hate the bloody wailing) or any of the songs off Animals, which I’m not really into.

Fearless was ace, though, especially the taped bit of You’ll Never Walk Alone at the end. (I’ve often wondered what it’s like to be an Everton or Man U-supporting Pink Floyd fan, cos the YNWA bit must be annoying for them.)

He visually had a pop at the current Republican candidate, with visuals of said candidate projected on the screens during Pigs, and at one point the words “Trump eres un pendejo” in massive letters on the screens. He read a speech in Spanish, too, addressed at Mexican president Enrique Peña Nieto:

“Mr. President, more than 28,000 men, women and children have disappeared. Many of them during your tenure, since 2012. Where are they? What happened to them? Not knowing is the cruelest punishment.”


“It’s time to tear down the wall of privileges that divides the rich from the poor, your policies have failed. War is not the solution… Listen to your people, Mr. President. The eyes of the world are watching you.”

Being a concert in the modern era, there was a lot of this behaviour:

There was a fake Battersea power station:

There was a man showing no sign of irony or indeed, loads of irony:

And a couple of dudes with their shirts off having a wail of a time on a nearby building:

There were, apparently, 170,000 people there (photo not mine, I found it on Twitter and forgot to take note of the photographer. Soz.):

170,000. That’s a lot of people, innit? Maybe there were toilets, but we didn’t see any. Imagine the amount of held-in piss.

Getting home was a bit of a ballache. The metro stations in the vicinity were closed for obvious reasons. We eventually walked along the road where there’s a metro line. The third and fourth stations we could’ve used were rammed full. We kept walking, and checking Uber availability. Modern life phone joy. When the car arrived, oh my gosh, it was very nice to finally sit down, weight off feet, etc.

A wee bit of artwork

Here’s an interesting Wikipedia article
The Anglo-Scottish border

The song in my head when I woke up this morning
Oh! Mr Songwriter by Vic Reeves

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Written by Craig

October 6th, 2016 at 9:53 am

Posted in Artwork,Blah blah,Music

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