concert review: chicago edition
i made the impulsive decision to buy tickets for harry’s chicago show like 3 days before the show and dear reader, i regret nothing. my general reaction during the show was to claw at my own face and repeat ‘oh my god i love him. he’s so stupid i love him’ but i am going to try to organize my thoughts into something a tad more coherent.
firstly, love his dumbass rubik’s cube screen because i firmly believe he cannot solve one in real life, and also because the animation includes his dumbass rings. JANDS. i realize this is old news, but watching the animation play on a loop as we waited for him to ascend from the bowels of hell and take the stage gave me a lot of time to think about how this beautiful idiot landed on this concept. 10/10, bought the t-shirt
he looked BIGGER than i was expecting when he took the stage, but i decided this was an optical illusion as his flares were truly ENORMOUS and also mitch is a small baby bird strategically positioned to make harry look bigger by comparison. harry’s just a slightly larger bird with shoulder pads to make him appear even larger. as a defensive tactic, this is very effective.
you can tell it is very important for harry to make his concerts a safe space. i can’t remember his exact words as i was busy clawing my face off, but he wanted everyone to “be who they wanted to be” and to let loose and dance and sing along and to have the best times of our lives. he also waved around a bi flag and a black lives matter flag near the end and at this point there were permanent claw marks in my face. during sott, the cameras also focused on a couple black lives matter signs and the whole crowd cheered and it was really wonderful.
at one point harry commented on the weather and said it was a ‘bit toasty’ which i thought was a little uncalled for as he’s a literal demon from hell, but then again, that’s the midwest for you.
he had to walk down the catwalk to get to the b stage to sing his special songs, and the people showered him with glitter as if he was the Sovereign Prince of Sparkling. his beautiful glitter crown sparkled under the lights the rest of the night like he’d splurged at the hair saloon getting ready for junior prom and told the stylist ‘you know what? i do want the glitter. it’s my night, you know?’
i was much closer to the b stage than the main stage, close enough to see his dumbass rings with my own two eyes, though not quite close enough to see his dimples. it was a very heady experience. mitch got to go on the field trip too, and i was very impressed with ability to take off his guitar without the strap messing up his fancy hat.
harry introduced wmyb by telling us his dad was at the show, and that ‘this next song is dedicated to him.’ ‘what song could harry dedicate to his dad?’ i thought to myself. ‘what meaningful song does he have left that isn’t about being a sex pest?’ then wmyb started and i thought ‘you dumbass. i love you so much.’ i’d like to think des thought the same thing.
he didn’t really get into the banter until closer to the end of the show, but like the true demon he is, he’d spent the show cataloguing fans to acknowledge/make fun of when the time was ripe, and dance-mocked at some of them. he is very talented at making the show feel intimate despite thousands of us screaming at him. got a good bargain for his soul i think.
in conclusion: god he’s so stupid. i love him so much.
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