Veteran performers and showmen of Train put on an awesome show but were unable to drag a performance that was riddled with one-hit wonders out of the "meh" bin. They opened with one of my favorites off of their new album, "50 Ways to Say Good-Bye", which could not have been a better song to open with. They then proceeded to let a dozen or so girls ("Do we have any girls who want to be mermaids out there?") out of the audience come on stage, don special t-shirts, and dance during their performance of their latest single, "Mermaids". Singer Pat Monahan grabbed one girl's phone and used it to take a picture of himself and her while he was singing, nearly putting her in a state of shock. After they played their Grammy-winning singles "Drops of Jupiter" and "Soul Sister", they closed with their current radio loop fest "Drive By".
One Republic gave a performance like they were in a whole other world, acting like they were the biggest stars in the world and they could rile up any crowd. I haven't seen that kind of energy in a pop concert. Ever. It was a good time, though.
PSY was able to add a bit of levity at the end with his request to have the house lights on for his encore performance of "Gangam Style" just so he could see the audience, citing that he had not played for a crowd that large in America before. That was fairly memorable.
Local stars Owl City performed their 2009 hit "Fireflies" to mixed reaction, but really rocked the house with their current hit "Good Time".
Somewhere in the house, some tears may have been shed for Ed Sheeran's performance of "A Team", but it was his 10-minute long freestyle folk rap BOSS loop-powered manic trip that blew me away. I had no idea one person could create that kind of music on the fly.
Ellie Goudling, one of my favorite acts to come out the UK in a long time, was struck short by hoarseness or whatnot, forced to perform "Lights" a cappella but not after delivering a stellar performance of "Anything Could Happen".
Cher Loyd was there with her brand of cheeky whateveryoucallthat music, but I still don't care for her bubbliness, on the radio or in person.
And don't get me started on the Justin Timberlake wannabe Connor Maynard. Just don't.
Sadly, it still felt like a string of B-list musicians and one-hit wonders in what could have been, should have been something much larger. Jingle Balls in the past and, hopefully, Jingle Balls in the future have given us much more in the way of big acts.