San Francisco’s Regency Ballroom was alight with the mystical wonder of Noah Cyrus’ set. Set to a mossy forest with the only light source being a flickering lantern, Noah appeared through the foggy haze in a chainmail outfit adorned with loose purple fabrics. A light veil flowed with her long hair as she floated from one edge of the stage to the other.
The first few songs of her set had her stationary in the center of the stage. Taking in the power in her voice at these intimate moments, the audience was left in awe by the raw emotions expressed through the singer’s facial features.
I stood in the front row wondering why it had taken me so long to see Noah Cyrus live. There was a new appreciation for her work as her performance encapsulated the venue. It felt as if the audience was placed under a spell. The crowd didn’t sing along as loudly as they would with other artists, at least not in the beginning; it felt like a whisper, not wanting to overpower Noah’s own voice, but still focused on every word. I caught myself joining the chorus at certain moments.
There was a sweet moment towards the end of the set between Noah and a fan. Said fan had recently lost her cousin and grandpa and wanted to honor them at this show. Hold a shirt with their faces on it, the fan asked if Noah could sign it to which she agreed with some hestitation. She did not want to ruin the shirt. Another fan interaction moment occurred as she was singing “I Got So High That I Saw Jesus” when a fan held out a joint just before the second half began. After gingerly grabbing the joint and taking a long drag, Noah returned to the center of the stage to finish the song.
Avid folk fans will love Noah Cyrus’s discography. It was a medium-paced show that kept audiences engaged throughout. If you have the chance to see her live, and are excited to see her exhuberant performance with a dreamy stage design, you’re in for a treat. See her remaining tour dates here. And keep up to date with the artist by following her on Instagram.
Photo credit to Phillis Wan for the Daily Californian
