If only they all sang like Pink.
The pop star sang — really, truly, for real sang — as she tipped upside down, cracked precise dances, performed countless flips and sprinted across her massive stage.
For nearly two hours Tuesday at Pinnacle Bank Arena, Pink combined the flash and pomp of your usual pop concert — think dancers, confetti, lights, color, pyrotechnics and plenty of eye-popping spectacle — with some tangible entertainment ability.
I often ask myself why people pay hundreds of dollars to see pop singers more interested in a concert that’d look good on Instagram than, you know, actually singing. It’s all too common in the pop world to get so caught up in dance moves and massive moving set pieces that the singers leave most of the singing to prerecorded vocal tracks and a bunch of backup singers.
But not Pink. Never Pink.
She has set the bar very, very high. It’s up to the rest of the pop world to clear it. (And honestly, I’m not sure if anyone will.)
As Pink belted out “Beautiful Trauma,” you could hear that her backup singers were there to harmonize, not take over any track or bail her out.
During “Secrets,” Pink locked limbs with another dancer as they swirled above the stage with no safety rigging, only their firm grips holding each other suspended in the air. (Oh, and she crushed the song’s vocals while doing it all.)
Pink’s eight-piece band showed the rocking edge her music has always had on songs like “So What” and covers of “Just a Girl” and “Smells Like Teen Spirit.”
Though mostly flawless, Pink’s few mistakes made it feel more real than some performances by her colleagues.
When Pink bungled a phrase in “I’m Not Dead,” she laughed it off saying, “That’s not the words. I can change it if I wrote it right?” It made for a memorable moment, whereas many other pop stars would never acknowledge such a flaw.
Throughout the show, you could hear her actually singing as she flew upside down and did countless flips.
You could hear her breaths. You could hear her mistakes, as few as they were. There was no vocal guide track that took over when she dropped out.
More than 14,000 fans packed into the sold-out arena on Tuesday, and they sang their hearts out to “Just Like a Pill,” reached out to touch her during “Just Like Fire” and busted out all the words to “F**ckin’ Perfect.”
“Hello, Lincoln! Thank you for coming in this snow and cold to be with me,” Pink said. “I thought I was sad for a minute today, and now I’m not. So thanks!”
For her finale, Pink strapped into a harness and flew over the crowd — every corner of the cavernous arena — like she was Peter Pan.
And she crushed the rocking, anthemic “So What,” once again, showing how everyone else should be doing it.
Her contemporaries should buy a ticket, sit in the back and take notes.
That’s how it should be done.