CHEYENNE – It was about three hours before the Post Malone concert Thursday when I realized something important.
I didn’t know nearly as many of his songs as I thought I did. When my 60-year-old mother knows more than I do, it might be an issue. She told me on more than one occasion how intensely jealous she was of me going to the show. I couldn’t let her down by not having as much fun as possible!
I checked online for his set lists, trying to find an idea of what he might play Thursday night. As I read through the list, I pulled up YouTube, alternating back and forth between the sites, trying to do as much homework as I possibly could.
Of course, with my attention span being nonexistent, I ended up listening to two “new” songs of his on repeat about 10 times each.
Well, at least I tried.
I wasn’t really sure what to expect from this show, because I’d intentionally avoided watching videos of Post’s shows online. The only thing I was ready for was the massive crowd. And even then, I still wasn’t prepared for the amount of people that filled Frontier Park Arena.
My group consisted of former WTE education reporter Kristine Galloway (who also deserves a shout-out for buying my ticket!), her daughter and a friend. So, two grown women and two teenagers going to Post Malone. I was having intense nostalgia flashbacks to being their age and dragging my mom to an All-American Rejects concert in Memphis, Tennessee.
But my experience at that concert was nothing like what I saw Thursday night at Frontier Park.
I underestimated the amount of people who genuinely love this guy. I mean, I also like Post Malone, but the amount of people I saw with shirts featuring his face or the children running around the park with stick-on tattoos made to look like Post’s – let’s just say I was surprised.
As I sit here listening to “Over Now,” all I can think is that this guy is a bona fide star. There’s no denying that his music appeals to people of all generations (I saw everyone from young children to elderly people in the grandstands), but seeing all of these people come together to scream this 24-year-old musician’s name over and over again ... I couldn’t believe it.
People just love him. Whether it’s the music or his overall attitude (he seems like a genuinely humble and nice person from interviews I’ve watched), he has this charisma about him that just pulls you in. He captures your attention, almost like you’re in a trance.
So, how was the show?
While Posty can’t take the top spot for my favorite concert (that goes to Something Corporate, a band that doesn’t exist anymore), it was fantastic. He has this wonderful stage presence, where you don’t want to take your eyes off of him for a second. He paced the stage, gripping the microphone stand to the point where it looked like that was the only thing holding him up. I just wanted to scream along with every song he performed, whether I knew the words or not.
There was something beautiful about being able to stand in a crowd of 22,500 people and sing along to these songs. It felt like we were all a part of something bigger than ourselves.
Ultimately, this wasn’t quite the weird concert experience I expected. But it wasn’t a normal show either. For my first concert at Frontier Park Arena, I’m glad it was Post Malone. Plus, I got to watch him smash a guitar after he finished singing “Rockstar,” and that was pretty neat.