A big area requires huge tunes.
Did country explode since it began providing hits that could pull in 25,000 people? Or did nation begin writing huge anthems since it’s drawing in 25,000 individuals?
It was a chicken-or-egg question– or, better a $14 smoked turkey leg or $11 beer concern– at the three-night Route 91 Harvest festival.
Keith Urban may have been singing about “Swingin’ side to side, doin’ that Electric Slide” in “Good idea” on Saturday night, but the tensely pumping rhythm– more like Immigrant’s “Jukebox Hero”– was more about providing the beat all the method all the way to the last beer stand, not about keeping the dance floor in line.
Dedicated dance couples will always discover a way, and somehow there was space for them on the periphery of the MGM Resorts Town festival website throughout the Strip from Luxor. A well-behaved crowd even included lawn chairs, although the second year of Path 91 made a clean sweep, advance sell-out of its 25,000 three-day wristbands.
But it was more about vocal singing than dancing when the huge, anthemic choruses blew up from those mid-tempo rockers: Urban’s “Even destiny Fall 4 U,” or Lady Antebellum’s “Bartender.”
Cry in your beer? Heck, a few tear drops would hardly be tasted in the 24-ounce cans and draws that were Route 91’s drink of choice.
The nicely voiced suburban pop-rock tunes of Urban and “Lady A” made them perfectly matched co-headliners for Saturday, which was likeliest the festival’s busiest of 3 nights in terms of real head count. The celebration was to close out Sunday night with Tim McGraw as the leading headliner.
Friday night’s top-billed Florida Georgia Line proved simply how far country radio has broken down genre walls, when the duo of Brian Kelley and Tyler Hubbard fired the opening blast of swampy “hick hop” in “It’z Just What We Do.”
But the 2nd and 3rd songs, “Round Here” and “Anything Goes,” were almost the same tune, and you presume either of them would have been gladly recorded by Urban or Woman A.
The latter were having a blast on what they told the crowd Saturday would be their last show of 2015. Charles Kelley explained his betting technique of establishing a psychological number for appropriate losses.
“I’m past it,” Hillary Scott informed him.
Kelley assisted Scott down the long extension ramp into the crowd since, in her high-heeled boots, she said that unlike Taylor Swift, “I’m simply not that stylish.”
Kelley complimented Scott on her Stevie Nicks look, after the opening “Long Stretch of Love” directed Fleetwood Mac. The homage ended up being even more direct later in the program, with an acoustic cover of “Landslide” down amidst the crowd on the extension ramp. But if Girl A likewise reminds you of Shania T(wain), they covered “Any Man of Mine” too.
It took some of the down-bill acts to remind us how things have actually altered because 1996, when Gary Allan remade the Waylon Jennings’ “Her Man” and perfectionists were no doubt sniffing and announcing “That’s not country.”
Now, Allan’s breakout struck appeared more than 13 years far from Urban’s moody, Pink Floydian guitar solo on “Till Summer season Happens.”
Whatever you call the suburban pop-rock that controlled Route 91, it’s clearly comprehensive. Urban was early in his set when he marched down the ramp to sing “Without You” alone with his guitar, creating among those magic moments for everyone– or a minimum of those still called in sufficient to pay attention.
If the 24-ouncers had actually bitten too hard by then, perhaps you were still engaged when the entire place sang “Requirement You Now” with Lady A.
Or the night in the past, when FGL’s Brian Kelley looked at the Strip beyond the festival fence and kept in mind, “We can see all these remarkable structures behind us, however we can’t see you.” It was a beacon to fire up phones and lighters for “Get Your Luster On.”
Huge festivals produce huge minutes. Or possibly big minutes develop huge festivals.
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