It does not get better than Pink.
You wanna be a pop star?
Get tickets. Go see Pink. Sit down. Take notes. Study hard.
If you can do a fraction of what she does, you’ll be alright. Sure, you’ll have a lot of ground to make up, but at least you’ll have an advantage on the competition. They’re already way behind Pink, and they don’t even seem to care about catching up.
And that’s not to say bad things about Katy Perry, Taylor Swift, Lady Gaga or Cardi B. They’re all very talented people who put on a good show.
But they’re not Pink.
On Tuesday at a sold-out CHI Health Center, the “Just Like a Pill” and “Raise Your Glass” pop singer put on a seminar. That’s how you do a pop show. Now anything else seems like a pale reflection. She’s a hard act to follow, and I’m going to have to try hard not to compare every concert I see the rest of the month to this one.
Pink’s certainly known for in-your-face pop anthems and attention-grabbing aerial acrobatics. And while Tuesday’s concert featured plenty of the above, she’s a lot more than that.
Her voice soars. She’s as active as any dancer on the stage. She’s full-throated singing as she athletically bounds across the stage.
It’s truly something to behold.
And the crazy thing: I’ve seen this show before. Pink’s Omaha concert was almost identical to the one I saw in Lincoln last year. But I’d go see it again next week if I could. It’s that good.
It also helps that nobody in the arena had as good a time at Pink’s concert as Pink herself. She laughed with fans and her backing band. She carried an electric smile all night even as she belted out songs — “Get the Party Started,” “Beautiful Trauma,” “Just Give Me a Reason” and others — she’s probably sung so many times she couldn’t forget the words if she tried.
“Best day ever,” she said.
Maybe that’s because of Tuesday’s news, which signaled her pop career is doing just fine, thanks.
Alecia Beth Moore was dubbed Pink more than 20 years ago. She’s scored four No. 1 hits and 15 top 10s. And she’s not done.
And the day of her Omaha concert, Pink chalked up her third No. 1 album. (Adorably, her management hired a pilot to fly a banner over Omaha reading, “Congrats Pink! ‘Hurts 2B Human’ #1!”)
Pink played two songs from the new record, “Hustle” and “Walk Me Home.” Her legion of fans already knew every word, and the latter song’s anthemic chorus turned it into a rousing singalong.
Though the concert was full of every concert production trick imaginable — dancers and fire and acrobatics and costumes and ballads and fireworks and confetti and soaring sets — Pink made it fresh with her attitude, enthusiasm and, most of all, her music.
It all made for an incredible performance.