Until now. This Saturday and Sunday, Ridglea Theater in Fort Worth presents a stage version of The Wall, starring actors from the Box Theater along with Bricks in the Wall, a Pink Floyd cover band.
"Have you ever heard Bricks in the Wall?" asks Wesley Hathaway, who runs the Ridglea with her husband, Richard Van Zandt. "Oh, they're amazing. If you close your eyes, you'd swear it was Floyd." She should know. For years, she and Van Zandt ran a Pink Floyd laser show, and they still book Floyd tributes at the Ridglea. None, however, as wildly ambitious as this one.
"This isn't gonna be some thrown-together community theater affair," says Travis Satterfield, lead singer and guitarist for Bricks in the Wall. "It's something that [Roger] Waters would have done back then if he could have." Pink Floyd did perform The Wall in the early '80s, but the production proved too unwieldy. The shows have become one of those wish-you-were-there experiences Floyd fans blog about, but few have the chutzpah to actually stage it themselves. Michael Johnson directs the show, in which actors will portray the action as the band plays, sometimes behind an actual brick wall. (Well, it's made of cardboard boxes. Shh, don't tell.) Since The Wall contains such inexplicable jaw-droppers as a cartoon character that speaks out of his own asshole, we should mention that the show will use video in parts, but Satterfield raves about what the theater company has actually created for the production. One of the costumes is a 20-foot worm. It fits three people.
Anxious to get a taste of this rather unprecedented show, I visited a Bricks in the Wall rehearsal a few weeks ago. Although the band works hard to mimic the stirring space-rock of its idols, it makes no such attempt to look the part. The half-dozen middle-aged guys loafed around the stage wearing casual khakis and baseball caps, as their wives and children looked on from couches in the corner. The kids are some of the two dozen children acting the production as schoolkids and soldiers. When I ask about some teen volunteers from the Weatherford High Drama Department, one woman tells me, "Oh, yes. They're fascists."
The afternoon run-through was a cozy family affair, with kids running around, filching Coke money from their mothers' purses, flopping on the couch, bored.
"Do you like this music?" I asked one teen, tapping his fingers in time.
"Oh, yeah," the kid responded immediately. "Of course."
With her young daughter curled up at her side, the woman beside me explained her children's affection for The Wall. "I used to listen to Pink Floyd when I was pregnant," she says. "That and the mellow parts of Yes."
Huh. And here I've spent a good decade presuming you had to be stoned to love The Wall.
"Being stoned has nothing to do with it," Satterfield tells me later.
Says Hathaway: "My opinion is that it was just an amazing film. It was a social commentary on what was wrong with education, on accepting other people."
Sure. But isn't it better when you're stoned?
"I have never smoked marijuana in my entire life," she says. "And I love The Wall."
The Wall will be performed at Ridglea Theater on May 15 at 9 p.m. and on May 16 at 3 p.m. Tickets are $15.
A Pleasant reminder: In last week's story on Pleasant Grove, the band's CD release party at Good Records should have been listed as May 15. (My fingers typed May 14, and they apologize for the error.) While we're on the subject of PG, we didn't give photo credit for the band's photos, as is our policy when no names are provided in press material. But so many people have asked about the shots that I'm starting to feel bad. For the record and your photographer Rolodex: Bassist Tony Hormillosa's brother Alex Ham took the photos.
Hand stamps: A few shows worthy of your dime include the Burden Brothers at Gypsy Tea Room with Pleasure Club and DV8 on Friday, the same night the plaintive, purdy Summer Hymns of Athens, Georgia, play Hailey's. This Saturday is Yuppiefest at Lewisville Amphitheater. The biannual punkster show features sets from such bands as 41 Gorgeous Blocks, The Charismatics, The Immigrants, Better Than Nothing and Henry Holt. On Saturday at Sons of Hermann Hall, tattooed and twangy Austin balladeer Dale Watson swings into town. I saw him years ago at a good old-fashioned honky-tonk in the capital city and was so moved by his hard-drivin', old-school country that I blurted, in between songs, "I love you, Dale Watson!"
He looked up and winked. "Well, I love you, too, darlin'."