In this Dream Tour segment, the singer-songwriter, Sarah Solovay, lets you know who she would like on her ultimate tour lineup. You can check out the feature, after the break.
I’m a huge pop music fan—I find most of my favorite songs on the radio and Top 40 charts, and I end up obsessing over the songs that are almost frustratingly earworm-y. I’m a big believer that, if you stripped all the bells and whistles off the productions, the best pop songs are able to stand totally on their own and sound just as good acoustic. So, for my dream tour, I would invite my favorite pop artists for an acoustic tour. We’d hit the road totally stripped down—each artist bringing just an acoustic guitar or a keyboard, and one of their biggest hits—and play intimate acoustic shows in the biggest arenas in the world.
We’d sit on the stage campfire-style, and as each artist played his/her song, the rest of us would sing backup vocals. Ed Sheeran would play “Shape of You.” Bruno Mars, “Grenade.” Adele, “Someone Like You.” Beyoncé, “Irreplaceable.” Lady Gaga, “Poker Face.” Lorde, “Royals.” John Legend, “All of Me.” Coldplay, “Fix You.” The 1975, “Somebody Else.” The Weeknd, “The Hills.” And lots of others, too. I would hopefully play somewhere in this mix, but it’s pretty likely I’d be too overwhelmed/amazed to be able to function at all, let alone play a song.
In keeping with the intimate acoustic vibe of our tour, every arena we’d play would be decked out like the coziest living room you’ve ever seen in your life. There would be so many candles that each room would be glowing (in a totally safe, non-fire hazard way), and beautiful, soft tapestries hanging everywhere. And snacks would abound—we’re talking every comfort food worth eating, and then some. Chips, cookies, pretzels, hummus, guac, popcorn, and, of course, a massive, massive, like Guinness Book of World Records-massive ice cream sundae bar, with every ice cream flavor and every topping there has ever been on this earth.
Even though all these superstars have their own private jets, we’d all decide to share a tour bus as we drive from city to city. Between destinations, I’d wander around the tour bus suppressing my inner fangirl. Lorde and I would bond over being compulsive journal keepers, Ed Sheeran would teach me about how to use a loop pedal, and The Weeknd would help me brainstorm signature hairstyles. All of us would be fast friends by week two.