Roger Waters In The Flesh
A Personal View
Frankfurt Festhalle 5th June 2002, 8 p.m.

For me, this was the concert that nearly didn't
happen. Over the previous months, I had been half
expecting to miss it as my wife was expecting a
baby on 30th May. As it turned out, our daughter
was born on the day before the show. The next day,
there were some unexpected problems and we had to
check her into a specialist children's clinic in
Frankfurt on the afternoon of the performance. Of
course my family had priority, so I'd already
accepted that I would miss the show and nearly gave
away my ticket to one of the hospital staff. I'm
glad I didn't. With 45 minutes to go before the
start, my wife told me to go. She knew how much I
wanted to see the concert. I made sure that she and
baby were OK then sped off in my car for the short
ride across the city.
An
avid Floyd fan since around the time of the Animals
album, I knew all of their music but had seen them
live only twice. Both times it was the post-Waters
line-up, first at Manchester's Maine Road in 1988
and then again at the Frankfurt Festhalle in 1989.
I'd never seen Roger live and I even missed The
Wall in Berlin, despite having lived in Germany for
the last fifteen years. So, this was my chance to
correct this.
I arrived at the hall and parked up about 20
minutes before the start, which is cutting it fine,
I know. Even so, many would agree with me that the
organisation at the front gate was abysmal. Many
hundreds of people were still cramming forward
trying to get past the two girls who were checking
the tickets. That would be OK for the usual all-day
trade fairs they hold here, but was laughably
inadequate for a rock concert with a fixed start
time. Whistles and catcalls showed the queuing
crowd's disgust at the slow progress. However, the
crowd's general impatience probably allowed me to
get my digital camera in so easily - the security
guy frisked me in such a rush that he didn't even
see the pouch attached to the back of my belt.
My seat was on the first row of the right hand
side balcony about halfway back. Bounding up the
steps leading into the hall I
heard the closing bars of In The Flesh. A man
behind me swore as he fell heavily in his haste to
get in. I had read somewhere that Roger hates to be
even slightly late for anything, and he wasn't
about to change this habit now. Many people were
still waiting behind the ticket barriers. (In the
interval, I talked to the guy next to me and he
said that despite being sold out, the hall had
looked around one fifth empty before the lights
went down at the start.) I squinted at the seat
numbers and found mine just before the end of
Happiest Days of our Lives. I'd made it!
I love the moment when you get into a concert
hall or stadium and the vastness of the place opens
up in front of you. For years, Mercedes have always
rented out the whole of this hall for the biyearly
Frankfurt Motor Show and that was the last time I'd
been here. It looked a lot bigger today. The arena
below was all seated, so it was far less crammed
with people than for your average Festhalle
concert. It was only when I compared the size of
the behind back projection screen with that of the
band members that I realised how large that single
screen was. It spanned the whole length of the
stage.
The
lighting was non-spectacular when compared with,
say, the Pulse show, so it seemed to fall quite
some way below PF's standards. But, according to
the interview in the tour program, Waters says he
feels that overly fancy light shows detract from
the music. Overall the stage design was good and I
soon found myself concentrating on the constant
pictures, film and animation being projected onto
the screen. I don't know how it was for the other
people there, but the first half dozen songs sailed
past me leaving little lasting impression. I had a
printed copy of the set list from your site with me
so I knew what to expect but now I think back, I
can't even remember Southampton Dock being played.
I do remember feeling a bit disappointed during
these first few songs because it all seemed so
average. In hindsight, it wasn't and my feelings
were probably due to my mind being elsewhere after
my personal turmoil over the past couple of
days.
The point in the concert that changed it all for
me was Dogs. They played it well and I liked the
way the other band members went off to play cards
to the side of the drum kit during Harry Waters'
long synth break, with quadrophonic barks and howls
echoing around the hall. Harry Waters was
particularly true to the original music whenever he
played anything, no doubt because he grew up with
it first hand. This was pure Floyd and now I really
got into it. From then on the sound seemed better,
and the band stayed tight together. Even Chester
Kamen's hairstyle made him look like an early 80's
Dave Gilmour from where I was sitting. By the way,
when the lights came up for the interval, all seats
seemed to have been filled.
The songs were well chosen and skilfully played,
so it's quite difficult to pick out highlights.
Wish You Were Here is my favourite album and, much
to my delight, they performed all of it apart from
Cigar. Shine On was excellent as were the tracks
chosen from Dark Side of the Moon. The Amused to
Death songs were also performed particularly well,
though I sensed that the people in the crowd who
hadn't heard them before grew a little bored.
Unlike the spectacular PF light shows, there
weren't many truly 'goose pimply' bits to the
concert, but I particularly
remember the way all the main house lights were
turned on for the "But first our global
anthem
" part of ATD's Perfect Sense II,
giving the sense that the entire audience was
singing along. That got a big cheer. Another nice
touch was the chance the audience got to travel
back in time to the Floyd's early years when
flowing paint was projected onto the screen (I
think that was during Set the Controls but am not
sure anymore - I know they did it at least twice).
The backdrop tribute to Syd during Shine On and
clips of the early band were also nice to see. One
thing I was really pleased with was that I managed
quite by chance to start filming a short motion
picture clip at the point on Shine On where the
large rotating crystal globe appeared and rose from
the back of the stage. My camera only allows me to
film individual clips for a maximum of 20 seconds,
but at least I captured that moment.
(Download that clip
HERE
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Much
of the crowd in the arena who hadn't already
forgotten about their chairs surged to the front of
the stage just before the first encore (Comfortably
Numb) and Roger surprised me by bending down to
sign several autographs for fans at the end of that
piece. I call myself a fan but have to admit that I
had never heard Flickering Flame until tonight when
it was played as the final encore. To be honest, I
didn't really take to it and felt that it was an
anticlimactic finish to the concert.
Waters didn't say very much during the show but
still he interacted quite well with the crowd
throughout. He also seems to have accepted some of
his deficits, for example the backing vocalists
covered for him during the points when his voice
tends to give out on the albums, sometimes to the
point where he didn't sing those lines at all. I
have the feeling that he has tickled his own taste
buds with this tour and that we will get the chance
to see him on the road again soon. On the whole, it
was a polished and impressive concert - the music
took centre stage, and the effects fitted in nicely
around it. The band of very talented musicians
rounded everything off very well. Most of all, the
fact that I managed to get to see the show at all
makes me very happy.
(Above) Pictures & review thanks to
ET