The Wall Disc 2- The Naming Of Track 6
It was a beautiful and quiet morning in July of 1978. Birds were chirping, and despite the fact that it was only eight o'clock, the sky was already a beautiful cheerful blue, with hardly any clouds. However, despite the peace, it simply couldn't last. Two guys in their thirties decided that it was a great time to have an argument.
"DOCTOR!" Screamed Roger Waters.
"No, I voted for "CHILDHOOD FEVER!" David Gilmour roared back.
If you had come across such a scene of cacophony, what would you think was going on? Well, I'll tell you what was going on. Like I said earlier, it was 1979. Roger Waters and David Gilmour are both muscians in one the best classic rock bands ever: Pink Floyd. At that moment, they were in the process of writing a new album, simply entitled "The Wall."
They had written two songs together: "Run Like Hell," and "Young Lust," but they were coming to blows about the name of their newest song, and simply couldn't agree on a name they both liked.
Anyway, with them yelling back and forth, it wasn't long before they woke one of their neighbours: A twenty-five year old girl by the name of Rachel Turner, who, when she heard them yelling, just rolled her eyes (vibrant green), and mumbled, "I won't be getting more sleep, then."
She stumbled out of bed, and despite the fact that she didn't start work for another hour and a half, she started getting ready for work. She worked for a company called "Record Revival," where, like the name suggested, she and her team took old records from the 30's and 40's, and through a fair amount of hard work and diligence, placed those old songs onto new records.
After a hearty breakfast of a big fruit smoothie, Rachel decided to visit Roger and David, demanding to know what had them so riled up at eight in the morning. Even though it was now twenty-five past eight, they were still screaming at one another.
Shaking her head, Rachel headed outside, locked up the place, and then stormed over to David's place. She wasted absolutely no time at all in getting to the point, and hammered on the door.
From upstairs, David and Roger stopped immediately, and looked at one another in alarm.
"Go get the door," Roger hissed at him. He wasn't really angry, but after all that yelling, his voice was hoarse, and he found that hissing wasn't so sore on his throat.
David ran downstairs, his dirty blonde hair bouncing as he ran to get the door.
He opened it with a flourish, and was met with a cold green gaze. Standing before him, with her hands on her hips, was their neighbour, Rachel Turner. Despite their eight year difference, Rachel could scare him off with her icy gaze.
"Hello, Rachel," he said. "What brings you here?" He asked, rubbing his throat.
She just scowled, and got right to the point. "What the fudge are you two arguing about at eight o'clock in the flipping morning?" Rachel wasn't fond of swearing, so she often spoke that way when she was angry and peeved.
"A song title," he said sheepishly.
She shook her head in disgust, and said, "Look, I still have half an hour before I go to work. Play the song for me, and I'll come up with something. I don't want to attend either of your funerals anytime soon."\
"Very well," he said, and then smiled as she smiled at him, exasperated.
"Come here," she said, and planted a kiss on his cheek.
David grinned at her, and did the same. He then led her inside and upstairs. "You're looking as beautiful as ever, by the way, Rachel." He smiled.
"Thanks," she said. "So, what names have you got?" she asked.
"Roger wants to call it "Doctor," and I want to call it "Childhood Fever," he explained.
"Interesting titles," She said, as they entered the room in which Roger was now engrossed in stroking the honey coloured fur of David's cat, Mr Bowie. Yes, David had named his cat after David Bowie, another musician that Rachel liked.
"Hey, Roger," she said cheerfully.
"Good Morning, Rachel," he said, standing up and brushing blonde fur off of his pants, before coming over and giving Rachel a hug.
"Play this song for me, guys. I might have a few ideas in mind," she said, and sat down.
"Okay, here we go," said Roger, lifting up his guitar, and strummed a few chords, before singing. It was an interesting song, Rachel thought to herself. The lyrics made her feel at ease.
When David started singing the chorus, however, she became aware of an odd feeling in her right arm. She'd been resting on it, and now had pins and needles. This feeling soon gave way to a numb sensation, but by the end of the song, she had the perfect title.
"Very good, guys. I like the two titles you came up with, and I have another that you may wish to try."
"What is it?" They asked in unison.
"Comfortably Numb?" She suggested. The two looked at her thoughtfully, and then nodded happily.
"Excellent." Said Roger.