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The Dare’s show in Houston on Oct. 9 wasn’t just a concert. It was an experience. In a venue like the Bronze Peacock at House of Blues, where the crowd is close and the energy is immediate, the experience hits even harder. You could feel the energy building long before The Dare even hit the stage.
By 9:30 p.m., the Bronze Peacock at House of Blues was packed wall to wall. Conversations were buzzing, lights were dimmed and everyone seemed ready for something to pop off.
When Harrison Patrick Smith, better known as The Dare, finally walked out, the crowd didn’t just cheer. They erupted.
He came out cool and composed in his signature suit and sunglasses, carrying the kind of swagger that doesn’t need to be forced.
From the very first beat, the room was moving. People were jumping, dancing, shouting lyrics and fully giving themselves over to the moment. It was loud, chaotic, sweaty and joyful in the best way.
The set leaned heavily into songs from the album “What’s Wrong With New York?” with some older favorites mixed in.
“Good Time,” “You’re Invited” and “I Destroyed Disco” hit especially hard. The tracks sounded raw and alive, like they were meant to be experienced in exactly this kind of packed, intimate space.
Smith kept the crowd engaged not just with the music, but with his presence, darting across the stage, leaning into the front row and constantly keeping people guessing what might happen next.
One of the most surprising and memorable parts of the night was when he slowed things down with a cover of The Sound’s “I Can’t Escape Myself.”
The room got quiet in a way that felt intentional. People stopped dancing. A few even closed their eyes. It was moody, vulnerable and offered a glimpse of something deeper beneath all the energy and attitude.
The pause didn’t last long, though. By the time “Girls” came on to close out the night, the room exploded again.
It was loud, fast and slightly messy in a way that felt perfect. Phones went up, people screamed every lyric and by the final chorus, it felt like everyone in the room was on the same chaotic wavelength.
Smith didn’t just play his songs. He made sure we felt every single one.
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