Sunset Marquis

We have moved from Hotel Acceptable in San Diego (with a glorious venue of which more later) to the Sunset Marquis in LA. Their tag line is “Rock Star to the left. Famous actor to the right. You’re either at the Sunset Marquis or in a rehab center”. As yesterday I had my first drink of the tour (half a glass of Champagne), rehab seems unlikely at this point – and these rock stars are over-rated, although we are sharing the hotel with Roger Waters and his band, who are playing the Staples Center while we are here (similar to the O2 in London).  A contingent of ten of us were on the guest-list last night, with centre seats in row 14. Difficult to improve on. Pink Floyd’s music doesn’t resonate with all the members of the band – but their core classic catalogue (Dark Side of the Moon, Wish You Were Here, Animals, The Wall) remain powerfully timeless and are part of the soundtrack of my life. I shared a room with a die-hard Floyd fan in my late teens so all the above were simply part of the daily fare (along with the more extreme acquired listening of under-the-stage bootlegs of Atom Heart Mother and a large sprinkling of post-Floyd Syd Barrett).  So I was one very happy camper, and enjoyed the updated spin where the visuals (which were stunning throughout) have morphed the “sticking it to the man” of the originals into “sticking it to the Trump”. Evidently too much for some, but protest has always been a part of contemporary music. At least, Roger has no intention of fading gently into that good night, and nor should he.