Went to see Travis Tritt solo acoustic concert last night. Flashback to the 90's! He sounded phenomenal! No intermission just straight 2 hours of entertainment! He told stories of his personal life, stories of how he got into the business, stories about his personal relationships with Willie Nelson, Waylon Jennings, Marty Stuart etc... It was literally like a personal performance with friends without openers, a band etc.. I'd definitely go again!

When I purchase tickets for Travis Tritt, that's who I wanted to see in concert. I worked all day, then drove 1.5 hour to get there. Then listened to his daughter perform for an hour before getting aggravated and left. I am very disappointed and irritated that I even purchased tickets, absolute waste of my time and effort. I didn't see anywhere where there was a opener for him,or who it was going to be,it says on ticket, show started at 7:30. I would not have purchased tickets if i had known it was going to be this long of a wait for the show to start. The seats are crunched up so close to one another,extremely uncomfortable. No bathrooms up stairs and the stairs are terrible going down. Wasted my time and money on this event.

Did Travis miscalculate his Utah audience, (particularly Red Butte Garden ticket holders) that don't typically go to bars or smoke? Or did the hook to his latest hit "Smoke In A Bar" reseninate anyway with the small crowd who attended the Friday night crowd because it echoes the false narrative of nostalgia? Recalling the good-ole-days when smoking in public places (no matter who else it affected) was acceptable, and the gov'ment didn't make drivers wear seat belts (again, no matter who died as a result) is a clear reference to anti-vaccines and mask wearing. The reference to mask wearing wasn't even subtle as Tritt gave a shout out to the mostly maskless audience -- fist-pumping some and offending others. The music itself felt like a Disney performance -- polished yet phoned in. Tritt clearly needs to be center stage, since the talented band members were relegated to platforms that keep them from stealing the spotlight. As my title suggests, the warm-up duo felt more authentic -- songs referencing the real stars of country music such as Merle Haggard in lyric and John Daves' rich harmonies and guitar work sounded more like two or more guitars backing up Michelle's lovely vocals. I saw Merle in 1970 in Akron Ohio. Dolly Parton was his warm up. Neither needed smoke machines or flashy lighting. Their authenticity alone was smokin' hot.