Conan Gray at Red Rocks

Before he was selling out Red Rocks, Conan Gray was uploading heartbreak to YouTube as a teenager in Texas. Within a few years, he’d turned bedroom pop confessionals into platinum singles, arena tours, and a fanbase that knows every word. So when the Kid Krow-to-Wishbone star landed at Red Rocks Amphitheatre, it wasn’t a viral moment – it was the next logical step in a career built on sharp lyrics, big choruses, and a direct line to Gen Z.

The second he walked out, the place shifted. Not just loud. Not just excited. It was that very specific young fan electricity – the kind where everyone already knows every lyric and also half the crowd has cried to those lyrics in their car at least once.

Red Rocks is big. Monumental. And somehow Conan made it feel like a pajama party with 9,000 people in it.

He leaned fully into the theatrics – the heartbreak, the longing, the “I’m fine but I’m absolutely not fine” energy. And it works here in Denver. Those towering red rocks amplify emotion in a way no arena ever could. When the crowd screamed back the choruses, it wasn’t just volume. It was catharsis.

Visually, it was soft-glam chaos in the best way. A little bit sailor, a little bit “We aren’t in Kanas anymore, Toto.” Moments where he was silhouetted against the rocks like some tragic indie prince. Then other times he was just a lanky kid grinning because 9,000 people showed up to scream-sing with him here in Colorado.

What I loved most was how present he felt. He wasn’t rushing. He wasn’t going through choreography on autopilot. He was taking it in. Smiling at the crowd. Letting the songs breathe. Letting us breathe.

And the crowd? Outfits were on point. Lace, boots, messy eyeliner, handmade signs. It felt like a fashion show meets emotional support group. There’s something really beautiful about watching teenagers and twenty-somethings claim space so loudly, so vulnerably, in a venue that iconic.

By the end of the night, Red Rocks felt lighter. Like everyone had collectively screamed out their situationships, their exes, their overthinking, and left a little less heavy than they arrived.

Conan Gray doesn’t just play songs. He builds a safe little universe for a few hours – dramatic, glittery, slightly unhinged, but safe.

And under those Colorado stars, that universe fit perfectly.

Conan Gray – Denver Concert Photos

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