simply stated, when rodrigo rocks, it’s convincing. it’s also fun.
that’s probably why a lot of guts headed in that direction rather than remaining in the confessional ballads of her debut. the show did have some jekyll and hyde qualities to it’s pacing, with the sour-era ballads often bringing down the buzz the guitar workouts brought to the room. one more album of material will sort this out for rodrigo. otherwise, a few wisely chosen covers could deal with the pacing problems.
not that anyone but the archaic music critic in the crowd cared about such finicky minutiae. they were having the night of their lives.
ok, there may have been a few other adults who were surprised by rodrigo’s liberal release of the f-bomb almost every time she spoke in the mic. but that hardly seems relevant in today’s world.
far more resonant was when the singer asked how many people came with their besties and had them all hug. it is entirely likely that this was a first arena concert for many and one that will resonate for years to come. rodrigo gives off a kind of “all of us in this together” vibe that isn’t too slick or jaded.
sometimes, things were kinda goofy.
the raised dais that rose up mid-stage for lacy that rodrigo writhed around on proved to be a neat visual shot from above and projected on the big backing screen. when the dances all slid out from under it to do some quirky choreography the closest thing to compare it to was one of those old busby berkeley water ballet routines from the golden age of hollywood musicals.