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The following was taken from the May 1992 Musician Magazine. I posted
it during the echoes mailing problem and since I didn't see anything
come up even related to it, I decided to repost it....

The following are Roger's words/thoughts...
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Something is triggered off in each of us when we listen to certain songs,
a feeling so intangible that it might only whisper, yet is recognized. Roger
Waters explained how he thinks music does this: "As an audience, we look at
the painting or hear the music and recognize truth of some kind that affects
us deeply. It explains our universe to us in some way that is reassuring.
It is that which makes me feel there may well be something to be in tune with."

Roger's description of his school illustrates how the traditional educational
process seems designed to squash creativeness, a theme that he later explored
artistically in The Wall. "My father was killed in the war when I was three
months old, and I was brought up in Cambridge, England, by my mother, who's
a school teacher. She didn't encourage my creativity. She claims to be tone
deaf, whatever that means, and has no interest in music and art or anything
like that. She's only interested in politics. I didn't really have a happy
childhood. I loathed school, particularly after I went to grammer school.
Apart from games, which I loved, I loathed every single second of it. Maybe
toward the end when I was a teenager, going to school was just an 'us and
them' confrontation between me and a few friends who formed a rather violent
and revolutionary clique. That was alright, and I enjoyed the violence of
smashing up the school property. The grammer school mentality at that time
had very much lagged behind the way young people's minds were working in the
late '50's, and it took them a long time to catch up. In a way, grammer
schools were still being run on pre-war lines, where you bloody well did
as you were told and kept your mouth shut, and we weren't prepared for any
of that. It erupted into a very organized clandestine property violence
against the school, with bombs, though nobody ever got hurt. I remember one
night about 10 of us went out, because we had decided that one guy - the man
in charge of gardening - needed a lesson. He had one particular tree of Golden
Delicious apples that was his pride and joy, which he would protect at all
costs. We went into the orchard with stepladders and ate every single apple
on the tree without removing any. So the next morning was just wonderful;
we were terribly tired but filled with a real sense of achievement.

"Syd Barrett [the cofounder of Pink Floyd with Roger] - who was a couple of
years younger - and I became friends in Cambridge. We both had similar
interests - rock 'n' roll, danger and sex and drugs, probably in that order.
I had a motor bike before I left home, and we used to go on mad rides out into
the country. We would have races at night, incredibly dangerous, which we
survived somehow. Those days - 1959 to 1960 - were heady times. There was a
lot of flirtation with Allen Ginsberg and the beat generation of the American
poets. Because Cambridge was a university town, there was a very strong
pseudo-intellectual but beat vibe. It was just when the depression of the
postwar was beginning to wear off and we were beginning to go into some
kind of economic upgrade. And just at the beginning of the '60's there was a
real flirtation with prewar romanticism, which I got involved with in a way,
and it was that feeling that pushed me toward being in a band. I used to go
with friends on journeys around Europe and the Middle East, which in those
days was a reasonably safe place. How much all that experience had to do with
my eventually starting to write, I've no idea.

"The encoragement to play my guitar came from a man who was head of my first
year at architecture school at Regent Street Polytechnic, in London. He
encouraged me to bring the guitar into the classroom. If I wanted to sit
in the corner and play guitar during periods that were set aside for design
work and architecture, he thought that was perfectly alright. It was my
first feeling of encouragement. Earlier, I had made one or two feeble attempts
to learn to play the guitar whan I was around 14 but gave up because it was
to difficult. It hurt my finger, and I found it much to hard. I couldn't
handle it. At the Polytechnic I got involved with people who played in bands,
although I couldn't play very well. I sang a little and played the harmonica
and guitar a bit. Syd and I had always vowed that when he came up to art
school, which he inevitably would do being a very good painter, he and I
would start a band in London. In fact, I was already in a band, so he joined
that."