By Dan Garcia
Kacey Musgraves has never been interested in choosing between country tradition and pop spectacle. On Friday night at Chicago’s United Center, she proved she could build a sold-out arena production around both without sacrificing the wit, warmth or plainspoken songwriting that made her a star.
Opening night of Musgraves’ “Middle of Nowhere Tour” was also her 38th birthday, turning an already celebratory occasion into something more personal. Late in the 95-minute performance, thousands of fans serenaded her with “Happy Birthday” between songs. Musgraves smiled and took in the moment, one of the evening’s few instances when the carefully engineered machinery of an arena tour gave way to something entirely spontaneous.
The production was enormous, but its most impressive quality was how frequently it made the cavernous United Center feel smaller.
A giant circular stage occupied the middle of the arena floor, with a star-shaped platform embedded within it. Around the perimeter, a moving walkway rotated clockwise, carrying Musgraves past every side of the sold-out crowd and ensuring there was rarely a truly bad angle. At the back of the floor stood a second, smaller performance space designed like an old rural roadhouse: a weather-beaten rectangular shack with corrugated metal siding and “Middle of Nowhere” signage. An American flag and Chicago flag hung inside.
That roadside outpost was where Musgraves began the night, appearing after AC/DC’s “Thunderstruck” played over the speakers to set the tone. Wearing a white tank top, blue jeans with a rhinestone star on the back, a white cowboy hat and an enormous silver “KM” belt buckle, she looked like she had stepped directly out of the visual world of her new album.
She opened with “Everybody Wants to Be a Cowboy” and “Dry Spell,” establishing the tour as a genuine showcase for Middle of Nowhere rather than a greatest-hits production with a few recent songs inserted around the edges. Musgraves performed 11 of the album’s 13 tracks, including “Abilene,” “Back on the Wagon,” “I Believe in Ghosts,” “Uncertain, TX,” “Horses and Divorces,” “Loneliest Girl,” “Rhinestoned,” “Mexico Honey” and the title track.
The new songs held their own alongside staples such as “High Horse,” “Merry Go ’Round,” “Butterflies,” “Golden Hour,” “Slow Burn,” “Space Cowboy” and “Follow Your Arrow.” The balance demonstrated how naturally Middle of Nowhere fits within Musgraves’ catalog. It may represent a deliberate return to the foundations of country music, but it does not sound like an artist retreating into her past. Instead, it feels like Musgraves reconnecting with the elements that have always made her work distinctive: direct storytelling, emotional precision and humor sharp enough to puncture any trace of sentimentality.
Midway through the concert, she explained why those qualities feel especially valuable now.
“I think a lot of people are really resonating with country music right now because it’s f***ing real,” Musgraves said.
“The country music I love, anyway… there are a lot of different kinds out there. I’m not going to get into that. There’s something for everybody. But the bones of the genre that I love so much come from real stories about real people. They’re simple, and they’re real. It’s storytelling. I think we’re all craving a bit of simplicity right now.”
That simplicity, she continued, was what she wanted to embrace on the new record, a response to a world in which common sense can sometimes seem lost along the way.
The comments carried additional weight coming from Musgraves, whose relationship with the country establishment has long been complicated and occasionally adversarial. Country radio was slow to embrace even some of her most celebrated work, while songs such as “Follow Your Arrow” challenged the genre’s social and cultural boundaries more than a decade ago. Musgraves, for her part, has never hesitated to needle the industry’s contradictions or distance herself from corners of the genre she finds inauthentic.
But Friday’s speech made the distinction clear: Her issue has never been with country music itself. It has been with the people who confuse tradition with rigidity, or authenticity with a narrowly approved set of attitudes. Musgraves’ affection for the genre’s fundamental tools; true stories, memorable details and complicated emotions expressed in simple language, remains sincere.
That reverence did not prevent the production from becoming gleefully ridiculous.
At one point, a pair of enormous, mirror-studded disco-ball testicles descended from the rafters. Musgraves climbed aboard and was lifted above the arena floor, shimmering high over the audience in what may be the most audacious piece of country-tour staging to enter the United Center.
“I’ve actually got my Nana in the house tonight,” she said. “She always told me, ‘Honey, if you’re going to do something, do it big. Do it sparkly.’”
After considering the absurd grandeur of the scene, Musgraves added: “This is what happens when nobody tells me no.”
It was the kind of moment that only she could pull off: outrageous but knowingly so, glamorous without taking glamour too seriously. Musgraves’ humor and personality have always been as essential to her concerts as her voice, and both remained intact despite the expanded scale. She jokingly identified herself as a “geriatric millennial,” bantered comfortably with the crowd and repeatedly undercut the evening’s grandest gestures with a dry aside or mischievous grin.
She also refused to remain isolated on the stage. During her cover of the Texas Tornados’ “(Hey Baby) ¿Qué pasó?,” Musgraves walked down into the pit and completed a full lap around the circular platform, singing from within the audience as fans crowded around her. It was an unusually close interaction for an arena production of this size and a reminder that the stage’s in-the-round design was not merely a visual gimmick. It allowed Musgraves to maintain a sense of connection from every direction.
Her set moved fluidly between the earthy and the extravagant. “Merry Go ’Round” and “Follow Your Arrow” reaffirmed how little Musgraves’ early writing has aged, while the shimmering “Golden Hour” material still supplied some of the concert’s most immediately recognizable melodies. “High Horse” brought the expected disco-country lift, and “Space Cowboy” remained quietly devastating without requiring any additional theatrical embellishment.
She closed with George Strait’s “All My Ex’s Live in Texas,” a playful final nod to the lineage running through the entire evening. As Paula Cole’s “Where Have All the Cowboys Gone?” played after the performance, the joke provided a fitting postscript. Musgraves had spent the previous hour and a half celebrating, interrogating and joyfully reinventing the cowboy mythology that surrounds her genre.
Opening nights are rarely this assured. They are typically where tours reveal their seams, where transitions drag, cues are missed and performers are still learning the dimensions of a new production. Musgraves instead arrived with a show that already felt fully formed, combining the intimacy of a Texas roadside bar with the visual ambition required to fill one of the country’s largest arenas.
The Middle of Nowhere, it turns out, is not an empty place. In Musgraves’ hands, it is crowded with stories, rhinestones, contradictions and thousands of people singing together. On Friday night, it was exactly where everyone wanted to be.
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