Chase Center

Weezer’s knack for turning awkwardness into anthems has always felt tailor-made for this city’s indie-leaning crowds. This show lands at a moment when nostalgia and irony are both in high demand, and few bands walk that line with more self-awareness. If you’ve ever found yourself humming “Buddy Holly” on a foggy morning commute or debating the merits of Pinkerton over a Mission burrito, you’ll know why this night matters. The setlists lately have been unpredictable in the best way, with deep cuts surfacing alongside the hits. There’s a certain thrill in hearing a room full of grown-up misfits belt out “Say It Ain’t So” like it’s still 1994. Don’t expect a slick nostalgia act—Weezer’s live shows still have a scrappy, slightly unhinged energy that keeps things interesting. If you’re overdue for a cathartic singalong, this is your night.

Lionel Richie doesn’t just play the hits—he turns them into communal rituals. If you’ve ever caught yourself humming “All Night Long” in the grocery store, imagine belting it out with thousands of neighbors who know every word. Richie’s shows are a rare chance to hear songs that have quietly soundtracked decades of city life, from late-night diners to wedding dance floors. There’s a warmth to his live performances that feels less like a nostalgia trip and more like a reminder of how good it feels to sing along with strangers. The setlists are generous, the banter is easy, and the crowd always skews multigenerational in the best way. If you’re overdue for a night that’s equal parts singalong and soul-soothing, this is the one to circle on your calendar. Just don’t be surprised if you leave with a few new friends.