I wonder what it would have been like to be a huge Pink Floyd fan (like me) at the O2 center to watch Roger Waters plod through The Wall one more time, watching him do Comfortably Numb only to realize that the man on the top of the wall is not Waters' journeyman touring guitarist, but instead is David Goddamn Gilmour doing a cameo.

Why are the concerts I go to never magic like this? I am always surrounded by the pituitary giants who won't sit down and the drunk guy who screams "Rock and Roll!" every 30 seconds no matter what song is being performed.