The Pop Corporation

Roger Waters has lost his goddamn mind. We all knew that. He’s been off the deep-end for years, but this latest bout is kinda funny and we’re not in the mood for getting into the serious stuff this week, what with the world being so depressingly heavy.

So what’s he been up to? Well, he did a one-man show at the London Palladium where he spent far too long reading bits of his book that’s not been published yet, and only did two songs to break things up.

We’ve promised a duck. Don’t worry. The duck is coming.

Headlining the 2,000+ capacity venue, he spent an hour ranting about Julian Assange, because of course he did, and read out things off his laptop while sitting at a desk. It sounds hilarious, honestly.

In The Times, Will Hodgkinson wrote: “One story involved a duck that came to live in the family home. Another began promisingly as a memory of Floyd’s original leader, Syd Barrett, but revealed nothing more than that Barrett wrote a lot of songs and had an innocent air about him.”

Waters got heckled. Heckled while reading a story about a duck in his house. We wish we were there. Shine on you crazy bastard.

Neil McCormick who is one of the most brazen sycophants when it comes to stadium filling rockstars wasn’t impressed either, saying that Water’s had a tenseness about him.

“It had an unrehearsed air, with a tension exacerbated by Waters’s school masterly demeanour, as he sternly brooked no interruption.”

“Perhaps carried away by the theatrical setting, he delivered bad Bruce Forsyth and Max Bygraves impressions. It was awkward, uncomfortable and very un rock’n’roll. A master of stadiums and arenas, playing the showbiz raconteur in a theatre he was, well, a fish out of water.”

Anyway, there’s stuff we could be saying about his views on hunting animals and Jewish people, but we’ll leave that for another day or a more serious writer.