What’s kept from the latest album is the beautiful A Boat Lies Waiting, which is dedicated to Floyd keyboardist Richard Wright, who passed away in 2008, and the fantastic In Any Tongue, which definitely benefits from the amplified live performance here. The sense of relief when the band tears into What Do You Want from Me (from The Division Bell) is palpable. I for one wasn’t all that disappointed to find out they had made a number of cuts for tonight’s screening, leaving out most of the solo stuff in favour of all the classic Floyd material. and Rattle that Lock (both of Gilmour’s last album), the first thought running through your head is, “oh yeah, this isn’t proper Pink Floyd.” Not that the man’s solo material is bad (far from it), but next to the legacy of Floyd it can seem more forgettable. The locale is simply magnificent, and the theatre is lit very impressively, with the stage and the ever-present round projection screen being at the centre of it. You wonder why this is the first proper event held there before an audience since before Vesuvius erupted (the first audience since the gladiators, as Gilmour boasts in the preceding segment). I’ve had the pleasure of going there once, years ago (although our group completely missed visiting the amphitheatre for some sad reason), and seeing the stage set up in the middle of the ancient ruins with mount Vesuvius looming large in the background is a spectacular sight to behold. Balder, more scruffy looking, but his vocals and guitar work remains nearly unchanged. On stage, however, it’s still the same David Gilmour. I for one can’t remember any footage of Pink Floyd ever having much fun on stage, properly interacting with one another. He’s surrounded himself with an impressive backing band that seems to relish in playing together. A matured, older man, he seems content with doing things like this on a semi-regular basis when he feels like it. 71 years old now, the guitarist looks nothing like his younger counterpart in a short interview segment leading up to the concert. It had been 45 years since Gilmour first played the amphitheatre, then as part of the Pink Floyd outfit, 45 years younger, shirtless in the searing heat and without an audience other than band and crew. With a capacity of about two thousand spectators, the amphitheatre in Pompeii was the smallest of those, but surely the most impressive. Gilmour subsequently went on tour to promote the album, and chose to do so in smaller venues with a more special feel. In between, and if we’re lucky, we get treated to some solo material, lastly in the form of the very enjoyable Rattle that Lock. With the Pink Floyd chapter closed for good with The Endless River, the legendary guitarist can rest assuredly on his laurels, and seems to do just that most of the time. We had a ticket for one of those screenings, and here’s what we thought.ĭavid Gilmour doesn’t have to do anything if he doesn’t feel like it. Screened in some two thousand cinemas worldwide on September 13th, David Gilmour’s Live at Pompeii is an impressive concert film in every aspect. Ralph Plug of Sounds From The Darkside Review
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