Floyd’s Back, for Better and Worse

“What do you want from me?” went the title refrain of one of the new songs Pink Floyd’s David Gilmour sang Thursday night at Jack Murphy Stadium--the band’s first Southern California concert in six years.

Given a 1994 touring season stocked with famous, middle-aged rock attractions returning for another glorious campaign or another big score (take your pick), it seemed like a fair question to ask.

What do we want from the likes of Pink Floyd, the Eagles, Traffic and the Rolling Stones--bands that can trade successfully on their history even if their new output proves feeble by comparison?

The first thing we should want from veteran superstars is that they be fired up by the idea of making music, whether it’s old or new. We want conviction and passion and delight in the delivery. A sense that our old heroes aren’t just riding the gravy train.

After Pink Floyd sunk the first half-hour of its sold-out show in utter tedium, a twist on a different Floyd refrain suggested itself: Wish you weren’t here. Wish you’d get on with the old stuff instead of force-feeding second-rate recent material. Wish you’d give us something really spectacular to look at, instead of the same old lasers and elaborate haze of lights that every other big-budget tour has. (True, nobody else has housed it all under a huge, arched canopy that looks like the top half of a Conestoga wagon.)

Sometimes wishing helps. Or at least waiting does. Eventually, Pink Floyd did play what leader Gilmour dryly referred to as “tons of old rubbish”--selections from the band’s peak ‘70s era. For the most part, Pink Floyd delivered them with professional aplomb and a bit of spectacle worthy of the band’s reputation. It was nothing revelatory, but it met the minimum requirement of retrospective rock, which is to remind us of the lasting appeal of the music being played.

Gilmour’s voice sounded thinner, lower and rougher than it did when Pink Floyd returned to touring in ’87. But his guitar playing remains a treat with its instantly recognizable balance of lyricism, economy and dramatic tension. Stage presence was never part of Pink Floyd’s equation--hence all the props, gadgets and lights.

With chances virtually nil that Pink Floyd’s technical juggernaut will be reprogrammed by a single note, fans attending the band’s concerts at the Rose Bowl tonight and Sunday need not be in a hurry to get there on time. Show up half an hour late and you’ll still catch everything that’s worth hearing and seeing.

Among the things latecomers will miss is an unforgivably limp show-opening rendition of the 1967-vintage space-rocker “Astronomy Domine.” Subsequent songs from “A Momentary Lapse of Reason,” the 1987 comeback album Pink Floyd released after its acrimonious split with lyricist and conceptualist Roger Waters, and the newly released “The Division Bell” were like the Queen Mary--stately as you could wish, but going nowhere fast. During the first five songs of the set, the biggest cheers were for laser beams shooting over the stadium’s rim.

Waters’ key contribution was to give Pink Floyd’s albums and shows an overarching vision or thematic thrust. With help from outside lyricists, Gilmour and comrades are at least trying on “The Division Bell.” The new album contains a lot of aural wallpaper, but it does hold together loosely as a chronicle of alienation and disappointment.

“High Hopes,” the best of the new songs, fit nicely into a post-intermission stretch of material from ‘70s watersheds, “Dark Side of the Moon” and “Wish You Were Here,” in which the band constructed a continuous mood of elegantly etched world-weariness overlain with mystery. More than simply re-creating the past, this most evocative segment of the show suggested that old songs don’t stop meaning something just because they are old.

* Pink Floyd plays tonight at 8 and Sunday at 7 p.m. at the Rose Bowl, 1001 Rose Bowl Drive, Pasadena, (818) 577-3100. Tickets are still available for Sunday, $75 and $35.

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