Joy. Pure unadulterated joy is the only way I can think to describe what I felt watching this.
My unabashed love for Pink is no secret. I love her voice. I love her story (if you haven’t seen her A&E Biography yet you’re missing out), love the fact that she defied L.A. Reid, took control of her own career and brought in her childhood hero Linda Perry from 4 Non-Blondes to help her write more honest music, that she does write her own, and that she seems to take such pleasure in performing and life in general.
I can count on one hand, with fingers to spare, the number of times I’ve actually wanted kids, and as I’ve grown older crowds have become increasingly difficult for me to be around. But watching this “part concert, part carnival, part cabaret” and a bunch of Aussie moms with their daughters briefly tripped a little yearning switch. I saw some incredible shows when I was younger...probably not as many as, say, Gamecat... but still. NIN with Bowie, Aerosmith, the first few Lollapaloozas, The Cure, Peter Murphy, Sophie B. Hawkins... etc... but I just can’t deal with that many people anymore. But to see this live I wish I had a daughter to share the experience with.
The show opens with a carnival barker and a few of her big numbers rapid fire back to back. There’s a bit of a pause that returns the barker while she gets rigged up in a harness to do a hybrid version of aerial acrobatics and the slow-motion Cirque du Soleil gymnastic style she used in the excellent Try video. Not seen that? Here you go... You’re welcome. Trust me.
That segues into a cover of Chris Isaac’s Wicked Game filmed in b&w before she starts picking the momentum back up for more of her, at this point, quite considerable repertoire.
There’s little breaks here and there (this show looks as exhausting to put on as anything I’ve ever seen), but even those are well done. It’s planned out well and the design is really brilliant.
She slows things down for acoustic versions of The Great Escape (her, solo on piano), Who Knew (God I love that song) and Cyndi Lauper’s Time After Time (you’ll probably cry) and some really sweet audience interactions that includes a tiny pig. She builds back up to the finale starting with a cleaned up version of Fuckin’ Perfect (her own daughter Willow is there and she says she just can’t scream fuck around kids anymore). The finale itself is her performing So What whilst flying over the entire stadium. It’s kinda impressive.