Kenny Chesney Discovery Green April 3, 2011
A little before 9 p.m., Kenny Chesney took to the stage donning a tattered, straw cowboy hat and a faded, sleeveless shirt to match as the crowd went wild, spilling beer, flicking cigarettes and jumping up and down in their daisy-dukes.
With all the alcohol spilled, we're wondering what Discovery Green will look like today. Is that bad for the grass? Who knows?
For much of the show, Chesney's voice was barely audible, partly due to the fact that his microphone wasn't quite loud enough but mostly because, at least from what we could tell, his voice was a bit tired. And by that, we mean that he wasn't able to hit any of the high notes, so the evening to into one big sing-along, courtesy of the audience, which seemed to know all of Tennessee native's songs.
Maybe he was sick. Maybe his allergies were acting up. Maybe it was just an off day. Whatever the reason was, his backup singers, their harmonies and the crowd's seeming indifference to the caliber of his routine carried Chesney's performance.
That being said, the guy sure can draw a crowd and keep them happy.
His style is simple. Put more aptly, it's tried-and-true. There weren't any flashy gimmicks during his performance, and there weren't supposed to be. The entire show was centered around an old-fashioned country boy who chased a dream and who encouraged the audience to do the same.
Even we can get behind that.
"Usually, I give a speech before this one," Chesney said before performing "No Shoes, No Shirt, No Problem." "But looking out into the crowd, I can see that we share the same mentality."
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Chesney's music may be formulaic, but like the feel-good romantic comedies that Hollywood keeps churning out year after year, it sells, and until it stops doing so, it will keep on keeping on.
Personal Bias: We thought the Rodeo was over, but in Houston, we guess it never is.
Overheard in the Crowd: "Can you hold my beer while I climb this fence?"
Random Notebook Dump: Did anyone else get a free massage? Thanks, Capital One!