Wednesday 27 June 2018

1,093 TAYLOR SWIFT, Camila Cabello, Charlie XCX, London Wembley Stadium, Saturday 23rd June 2018


You only get once chance for your daughter’s first gig, so let’s go big…!

Regular readers of this blog will appreciate that mine host for this one, Country ingenue turned multi-million selling mainstream pop sensation Taylor Swift, is so far outside my usual listening sphere as to be in a completely different time zone. Indeed, some friends have questioned whether I’d even intended to include this in my gigbook and blog at all (it’s a gig, of course I am!)… But here’s the thing; my 9 year old daughter Kasey, very much the outlier in our family as regards musical taste, loves “La Swift”, playing her poppy “1989” album to death in the car; so much so, in fact, that I bought her 2 more Swift albums, the preceding “Red” and her most recent effort, 2017’s allegedly “controversial” album “Reputation”, just for some variation! It was actually on buying those for her, on a recent shopping trip in town, that Kasey announced she’d love to see Swift “live”, so I figured this would be the perfect opportunity for some daddy/ daughter quality time (possibly the one dynamic in our family that’s a little lacking, I’m sorry to admit). Plenty of availability remained for her 2 Wembley Stadium shows, so I easily sorted 2 tix for the Saturday, albeit up in the “gods” in the upper circle – happy to go £67 per ticket for that, not so sure about pitch-level seating at nearly £200!

Kasey was thrilled at the prospect either way, so I picked her up after her Stagecoach session on Saturday lunchtime for a baking drive down to our planned parking spot at Ickenham tube, hitting Wembley Park and the iconic Wembley Way walk just after 3. Whiled away a couple of hours in the adjacent Brent Library and Outlet Centre, Kasey also having a play in the play park, before we met up with Steven, Freya and Halle, who’d driven from Bridgend on freebies for this one! Decided against joining the humungous merch queues, so Kasey and I went in, taking escalators to take our seats, up in the gods, house left, with a splendid view of the stage; two massive screens (already showing continuous Taylor Swift videos) met diagonally in a “V” shape, with 2 runways also pointing out diagonally. A bit different from Raze*Rebuild at The Shooting Star, this…!

Opener Charlie XCX, an enthusiastic girl seemingly wrapped in white polythene, bounded onstage at ¼ to 7; I recognised her second number, the sassy-gobbed girly chant “I Don’t Care”, and appreciated some of the tribal drumming on the luminous green pop-art tom toms, although the rest of the set was more standard pounding europop. Charlie was pretty energetic, however, working the whole of the stage and both runways, and getting the early-comers singing along and cheering to her comment on, “3 badass women standing on one stage – that’s some girl power!” Kasey then demonstrated some admirable gig timing, wanting a toilet and hot-dog run just before the end of Charlie’s set, so we avoided the inevitable massive queues. Nice work! Main support Camila Cabello was greeted by a fuller stadium and a cooling breeze in our vantage point; her stuff had a more Latin feel (especially an early, flamenco-flavoured “She Loves Control”), no surprise I guess given she’s from Miami and was doubtless weaned on Gloria Estefan… One number, “Never Be The Same”, was an old fashioned power ballad right out of the Jennifer Rush songbook, complete with wanky guitar solo, and a snippet of “(I Can’t Help) Falling In Love With You” made my mind wander back to Joey Costello’s set last Friday!

As witching hour approached, a welcome bit of rock in shape of The Runaways’ “Bad Reputation” played over the PA; then, the video intro to “Reputation”’s opener “Ready For It” saw the huge screens part, and La Swift take the stage, first propelled forward on a runway, then striding purposefully onwards, alone yet enveloped in dry ice, to the track’s dramatic sheet metal synth opening. From the off, this audience was in the palm of her hand and she knew it, striding the stage like she owned it, basking in the focus and spotlight. Impressive.

The set largely drew from last year’s “Reputation”; in comparison with her lighter, poppier previous albums, this one is edgier, darker and swathed in occasionally Kraftwerkian synth (I shit you not), seemingly reflecting a harder attitude on La Swift’s part. However, she was still nonetheless a welcoming host, commenting fulsomely on her “13th show in London! I love the number 13…” and demonstrating some stadium showmanship during the almost Bon Jovi hair metal-esque flag-waving anthemic early double of “Love Story” and “You Belong With Me”, which seemed to indicate that she could successfully apply to be Waltham’s lead singer, if this pop malarkey doesn’t pan out…!

And as for “the show”… well, she pretty much threw the kitchen sink at that too: pre-arranged routines with backing dancers; rapid-fire costume changes, pyrotechnics and fireworks galore; a hundred-foot tall inflatable cobra unfurling onstage during the edgy “Look What You Made Me Do” (the underlying rhythm of this song’s chorus totally recalling Kraftwerk’s “Tour De France”); a glowing ball which propelled her above the crowd to a smaller stage, midway along the seated pitch floor, during the aptly named ballad “Delicate”; another snake during the groove-led “Shake It Off”… she even trotted out ultimate “prop” Robbie Williams towards the end, for an unexpected duet run-through of his Britpop-lite anthem “Angels”, to squeals of delight from all and sundry. Old Rob’s sounding more and more like Elton John these days, but the crowd lapped it up…

And you know what? So did I. I loved it, loved the big preposterous “show”, which I have to confess surprised me a little… I’ve been critical of the likes of U2 for turning stadium gigs into overblown prop-fests and detracting from the music in the past. But here, I guess because I was more emotionally invested in making sure my daughter had a great time than in the music itself, I could detach myself and appreciate the show. The important thing was that Kasey was in heaven, dancing furiously and singing and screaming along to almost every song, including her highlight, the stately and soaring “Blank Space”, tonight’s highlight – for both of us (although for me, “Fifteen”, a hushed solo acoustic coming-of-age countrified ballad, ran it close)…

After the Robbie interlude, a singalong “Getaway Car” bumped us up close to the end, at which point Kasey decided on an early departure to beat the crowds heading back to the tube. We therefore heard the sassy finale medley of “We Are Never Getting Back Together”/ “This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things” whilst traversing Wembley’s bulk, and managed to avoid the rush, back to Ickenham for 11 and home just after 12.15 after a swift run, an exhausted but elated little girl tucked up on the back seat. Overall, a great day out and one which hopefully Kasey won’t forget in a hurry. If this is the type of music she’s going to be into, then there’s no better proponent of it right now than Taylor Swift, a consummate performer who (as a wise man once said) at least writes her own songs. A great first gig for Kasey, and in all honesty, a worthy 1,093rd one for me!

 

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