…look, mummy there’s an airplane up in the sky.

Pink Floyd’s The Wall has been a touchstone and a target for everyone since it was released.  It was in one package, a surrealistic rock treatise, a diatribe against the machine of modern music, a cry for help, a modern rock monument, and a bloated rock opera.

For me, it has always been encapsulated by the plaintive cry of a young boy.  “look mummy, there’s an airplane up in the sky.”

In the course of The Wall, those airplanes are the ones that carried his papa to his death.  But;

in a recent get-together at our (full) deck, some children were entranced and excited about the airplanes up in the sky; and being close to the big airport, it happened a lot.  It was cute and adorable.

But everytime one of those moppets pointed up into the sky, I though about that plaintive cry. And I couldn’t help but think about the children in war zones, for whom an airplane up in the sky meant they had to dive for basements and shelters.

I admit that it is not in keeping with this blog’s general attitude.   But in the course of my day-to-day, some of this came up and it inspires me to think about what music means.

“Look mummy, there’s an airplane up in the sky”

 

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One response to “…look, mummy there’s an airplane up in the sky.

  • Oregon Beer Snob

    On 9/11/2001 I was taking part in an auto race on old runways in an unused part of an Air National Guard base. They closed access to the base immediately that morning, and we were kicked out. And they shut air traffic down.

    I distinctly remember that feeling of “look, there’s an aeroplane…” when a big military jet flew over days later. You just forget about them until they’re strange again.

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