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I Went to a Mason Ramsey Concert and Here’s Why it Was Basically the Best Thing Ever

This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at KU chapter.

So here I am, a freshman in college, and I decide to pay a visit to Lincoln, Nebraska, to visit a great friend of mine. Now, most college students visit other college campuses to watch a sports game or party; it’s pretty much one or the other, but there is another option. A Mason Ramsey concert.

 

Now, if you have no idea who I’m talking about, allow me to explain. Mason Ramsey is the 12-year-old kid who went viral a year ago for yodeling in Walmart.

Maybe this will help: https://youtu.be/bOZT-UpRA2Y

Ring any bells?

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Since then, Mason has developed quite a fan base and even released his own EP, a six-song album including his most popular hit “Famous.”

The irony of this is I think everyone saw my boy as a joke, but others actually take him seriously and love his music! My friend and I are probably low key somewhere in the middle, but this concert honestly fulfilled all my expectations for the weekend and then some.

Mason began his weekend in Lincoln singing the national anthem at the Nebraska spring football game (Nebraska won, BTW). Later on, he headlined at his SOLD OUT concert. Like just LOOK at that lineup an hour before the concert…

The concert took place at the Bourbon Theater (a 19+ venue, so anyone below that age was required to pay a fee of $2).

First and foremost, isn’t Mason 12? Does he have to pay the fee? When I asked this question, the reply I got was “I don’t think so; he’s the entertainment.” Fair enough, I guess. I was then jokingly told to literally “grow up,” as in age another year, because the money taker must’ve thought I was salty about paying the fee. The legal age in NE is 19, and I’m 18, but it is what it is.

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Mason had an opening band touring with him known as Avenue Beat which was composed of three girls that looked no older than 14 but were probably much older. Their songs were really catchy and they all had really good voices too. I hope they make it big tbh, but a tour with Mason Ramsey will have to do for now I guess. It’s all about the resumé.

We got front row standing spots, and considering the scenario, I didn’t see a mosh pit getting to be too intense. But if it would’ve been wild, it definitely would’ve been worth it.

So when it was finally Mason’s turn to perform, I was a little unsure how this was going to go, but I was nonetheless super excited about finding out. First of all, when the lights went down, the dubstep version of him yodeling plays over the speakers and the lights start flashing— YEE, and I cannot stress this enough, HAW. This kid comes out with a DECKED OUT JACKET over his traditional black dress pants and white button down shirt.

The whole time I just could not get over the fact this kid was the cutest thing ever, comin out here and serving ACTUAL looks. He gave 0 h*cks about what anyone was doing there; he just sang his little heart out in a total of 15 songs but paused to tell all of us “single ladies out there” that “there is a good guy out there” for all of us and to, “never give up on LOOOVVVVVE.” Yes, the emphasis on love was there, and typing it still doesn’t do it justice. We all should be a little more like Mas.

Anyways, yeah. Mason Ramsey was just about everything you’d expect a 12-year-old country boy to be like: low key cringey dance moves, artificial guitar playing, and the feeling of watching an elementary choir concert the whole time. However, he really did put on a show, so the $13 ticket plus $2 entry fee made a concert that was 8,000% worth my time.

 

Also, shoutout to my girl, Sara, for always being down to do stupid, crazy things like this with me. Our friendship is one of a kind girly, and I missed you too much. My love for ya remains the same even when distance increases. <3

Hi! I'm Callie! I’m an Iowa native with a love for people, running, the Jayhawks and chips & salsa because, honestly, who doesn’t?