"In the old days, pre Dark Side of the Moon, Pink Floyd played to audiences which by virtue of their size were allowed an intimacy of connection that was magical.

However, success overtook us and by 1977 we were playing in football stadiums. The magic crushed beneath the weight of numbers, we were becoming addicted to the trappings of popularity.

I found myself increasingly alienated in that atmosphere of avarice and ego until one night in the Olympic Stadium, Montreal, the boil of my frustrations burst. Some crazed teenage fan was clawing his way up the storm netting that separated us from the human cattle pen in front of the stage screaming his devotion to the 'Demi-Gods' beyond his reach.

Incensed by his misunderstanding and my own connivance I spat my fustration in his face. Later that night, back at the hotel, shocked by my behaviour I was faced with a choice. To deny my addiction and embrace that 'Comfortably Numb' but 'Magic-Less' existence or accept the burden of insight , take the road less travelled and embark on the often painful journey to discover who I was and where I fit.

The Wall was the picture I drew for myself to help me make that choice."

- Roger Waters, 1995

(Taken from the scrolling pink text throughtout the ITF tour programme.)

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