Noah Kahan reminds Syracuse of simple pleasures
Noah Kahan Concert Review
Review: The 26-year-old artist wows the crowd of 18,000, moving them to exist united even if only for a night.

The ring of Noah Kahan’s voice lingered hours after he exited the stage of St. Josephâs Health Amphitheater at Lakeview. The already inflated expectations for the Vermont singer’s sold-out Stick Season tour stop in Syracuse Friday night were met by his nostalgic lyricism. It was his grateful demeanor and quiet candor that also happened to captivate the audience.
Anticipation was building all night among the thousands of so-called âBusyheads,â and even more so with every minute beyond Kahanâs promised 9:15 p.m. start.
Then at 9:26, the amphitheater lights dimmed, Kahanâs bandmates took their place on stage and fans took to their feet to see the clearly energized singer bounce across the stage to his place up front.
Appearing in a canary and blue plaid jacket over a black T-shirt and khaki pants, Kahanâs look matched his humble nature. Fans laughed as Kahan rattled off the list of nicknames heâs been given comparing him to more famous musicians including âJewish Capaldiâ (Lewis Capaldi), âHairier Stylesâ (Harry Styles) and âFolk Maloneâ (Post Malone).
Standing center stage in a moment of disbelief, Kahan admitted the 18,000-person audience was overwhelming before cracking a coy smile that illuminated the stage in a way the amber lighting above him couldnât.
He set the stage with âNorthern Attitude” of his third studio album Stick Season and fans were quick to follow along, matching every note. Authenticity was heard in the rattling of his voice but felt even more so in his unwavering eye contact with fans. The only time the artist closed his eyes was to extract every bit of soul from his body.
A selfless show indeed, Kahan still managed to extend the entirety of being on stage to those off stage. While the red projection of his face on the stageâs back screen might appear narcissistic, with Kahan, the graphic seemed like a way to connect with fans seated all the way on the amphitheaterâs grass lawn.
During âEverywhere, Everything,â audience phone flashlights illuminated the stage. Though a somewhat juvenile act, it moved Kahan to approach what opener Rushton Kelly deemed the âlit pitâ referring to the standing-room-only area just feet away from the stage. After holding the hands of lucky fans, Kahan jumped back on stage.
âNoah, we love you!â shouted one fan as the artist swapped his electric guitar for an acoustic.
âDo you really?â Kahan asked, already knowing the answer. âThank you.â
Kahanâs talented tourmates exited the stage for the solo acoustic portion of the show that started with his break-up song âMaine.â
Kahan then opened up to his fans about his mental health struggles. He detailed lying during therapy when he started at age 8 until he took an honest approach in recent years that has led him to happiness. âGrowing Sidewaysâ followed his confessional, inviting fans to express any and all of their own emotions.
Kahanâs own face reflected anger, sorrow, joy, and clarity, but most of all pain as he faded into the final acoustic number, âPaul Revereâ; the sounds were so fulfilling, you wouldnât know it was only Kahan and his guitar on stage.

Every break Kahan gave his voice on stage turned into fans filling it in for him, for them. âFalse Confidenceâ was an experience within itself, the lyricism seeping into fansâ bodies and converting into uncontrollable swaying. By 10:30 it was evident that the night was coming to an end, but that didnât stop fans from trying to extend it longer.
As Kahan exited the stage following his most recent hit âDial Drunk,â fans whistled as a plea for his return. The band folded in a minute with all four members reappearing on stage before the familiar bearded face joined them with a cherry guitar second in command to his voice. He gave the audience three more from his latest album: âThe View Between Villages,â âStick Season,â and âHomesick.â
The sincerity in Kahanâs performance was enough to turn a non-listener into a long-time appreciator. The show served as a bittersweet reminder that thereâs nothing like sharing good sound with good company.
Not two hours earlier, the punctual crowd cheered for an empty stage. As if summoned by an anxious crowd, Ruston Kelly appeared wearing a casual black cap, strapping on his guitar with a rushed elegance. He didnât waste a second as the opening act.
Beginning with âCover My Tracks,â the crowd felt comforted by Kellyâs melancholy presence â a foreshadowing of what was to come. Drummer John Chongâs headbanging paired with magenta stage lighting served as a testament to the excitement both on and off stage.
Even the apparent spiderweb on Kellyâs mic didnât stop him from heading right into âChanges.â His cover of Wheatusâ âTeenage Dirtbagâ evoked a rock and roll hand sign from one audience member as another raised their camera to capture the moment, but it was his rendition of Taylor Swiftâs âAll Too Wellâ that struck a chord with the crowd singing along.
Stark white lights suddenly filled the stage and otherwise stationary band members left their mic posts for some last chance enthusiasm. Before you know it, Kelly strummed his last note and punctuated his set with, âPeace!â
