Saturday Night: Luke Bryan at Reliant Stadium
Sorry, Kenny Chesney, but we're through. I've found myself another cowboy, and this one's a little dirtier and a little more ass-shaky. In other words, he's a man after my own heart.
Luke Bryan closed out the rodeo portion of RodeoHouston Saturday night, red solo cup in hand, with a crowd of over 75,000 in attendance. He managed to best Blake Shelton on crowd size, and yes, as you can imagine, most of that crowd consisted of women. Well, Bryan didn't disappoint.
Solidifying his frat-boy country persona, Bryan spent the hour purring and dirty-shimmying while relentlessly flirting with the crowd while clad in a backwards baseball cap and skin-tight jeans. In theory, none of it should have fit, but it all worked quite perfectly. I was completely perplexed (and impressed).
Launching into his first number, "Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye," it took Bryan, oh, about 12 good seconds before he turned around and shook his ass at the women in the audience while teasing the girls with a dare to rest their head in his bed. Not terribly insightful, but does it need to be? I mean, the guy is best known for enticing country girls to shake it for him. He plays a role, and he plays it well. Trust me.
I almost fell out of my seat when he began purring like a kitten throughout "Country Man." I've literally never seen someone do that in concert, and as cheesy as it sounds (and hell yes, it was super cheesy), his fans ate it up. The swooning and screeching from the audience made that quite clear.
It wasn't all purring and gyrating, though. Bryan's voice was clear and strong, and he out-performed most of the shows I've seen at the rodeo this season, hitting every note while having an improvised dance contest with the audience. I'm not sure how, given the fact that the man never stops moving, but he did.
Energy poured from every number; Bryan obviously knows what his target audience is, and he gives them every ounce of what they're looking for. There's no prolonged slow set for this guy; he's all business when it comes to flirting and partying during his songs. That red solo cup kept appearing, and I kept wishing I was at a damned party out in the country somewhere. (What in the world is the rodeo brainwashing me with? This needs to stop.)