March 4, 2K18
Sunday evening's RodeoHouston performance did not end with the star of the night riding in the back of a pickup truck past her adoring fans and into the Texas night. While I’m sure it’s happened before, I can’t recall anyone ever skipping that piece of RodeoHouston theater, and while it wasn’t a bad thing, it was a weird thing. Part of the reason the crowd is asked to give it up at the end of the night as the performer leaves the stage is because they’re really still there to bask in the glow of tens of thousands of excited fans.
But in a way, skipping that truck ride in favor of simply getting into an SUV and calling it a night made perfect sense of Alessia Cara. Not because she has songs about introversion, but because leading up to the end of the night, nothing about Cara’s performance had screamed “RodeoHouston.” There were no backup dancers or fancy pyrotechnics or massive band or costume changes. She simply took the show that she might perform in front of a crowd 1/10th of the size of the crowd of NRG Stadium and did it on a stage that rotates.
It’s a good
That it didn’t really feel like a RodeoHouston performance isn’t the worst thing in the world. People may — as was the case with Leon Bridges — use the number of tickets sold in relation to previous first Rodeo Sundays as a notch against her, but I like to think of her booking as the Rodeo giving artists a shot based on meritocracy rather than the ability to move tickets. Better Leon and Alessia than Florida Georgia Line any day.
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