Concert Review
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August 4, 2026
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Julian Dakdouk
When eternal sunshine first came out in the spring of 2024, I was in the pits of hell mentally and emotionally. Listening to it felt like talking through life, friendships, and relationships with a close friend, or my sister. When Ariana followed it with the deluxe, brighter days ahead in 2025, it became the soundtrack to my journey of healing and rediscovering myself. Somewhere between those two records, I started to feel like I was living and growing alongside my close personal friend, Ariana Grande.
So when I walked into Brooklyn’s Barclays Centre on July 14th, I already knew I was going to cry. I just didn’t know I’d start before Ariana even appeared.
Outside the arena, some fans were swapping horror stories about getting scammed by resellers, while everyone else floated around in polka dots, bunny ears, mod boots and other nods to Ariana’s many eras. It felt less like waiting for a concert, and more like a congregation of people who had all unknowingly agreed on the same dress code.
My friend and I settled into our nosebleed seats, took approximately 700 commemorative photos, made friends with the wonderful girls next to us who were handing out freebies, and felt the entire arena’s heart speed up as the countdown clock appeared on stage. Fifteen minutes. Ten minutes. We were collectively clutching our tummies.

That’s when, as if sent directly by the pop gods themselves, Christian Breslauer (Ariana’s longtime collaborator and visual director) walked over and casually asked if we’d like to move to the lower bowl. Dear reader: I have never moved faster in my life. We sprinted from the third-to-last row to the first, arriving with just enough time to take entirely new commemorative photos.
Manifestation? Divine intervention? The new moon in Cancer? Or my fellow Cancer sister Ariana looking out for me before my birthday? Who’s to say. We didn’t have time to question it, but just practice gratitude and ready our phones for when the curtains dropped to ‘yes, and?’. I cried immediately and, with very few interruptions, continued crying for the next two and a half hours.
Ariana launched straight into ‘positions’ after a brief welcome and brought out the whips and choreography for ‘the boy is mine,’ reminding everyone why she is still one of pop’s most charismatic performers. Ariana’s dancers deserve an award of their own. They were extraordinary and elevated every number into something theatrical.

The first act ended with the haunting ‘saturn returns interlude,’ accompanied by visuals that felt less like a transition and more like an emotional reset. Astrologically speaking, a Saturn return marks a period of upheaval, transformation and becoming. It was a fitting bridge into one of the night’s defining moments. Ariana emerged at the end of the catwalk with nothing more than her loop station. Everyone already knew what was about to happen and the arena fell silent.
Watching her build the bridge of ‘eternal sunshine’ layer by layer was almost hypnotic. It stripped away the song’s production and reminded everyone why Ariana Grande is one of the defining vocalists of her generation. No dancers or spectacle, just raw musicianship. From there she pivoted into ‘just like magic,’ which, after being unexpectedly upgraded from the nosebleeds, felt less like a song and more like a biography.
She then joined her wonderful dancers on the couch to start ‘thank u, next.’ But not the version from 2019. The 2026 version that has had time to grow up. Hearing Ariana perform updated lyrics after everything she’s experienced over the past several years was unexpectedly moving. The song has evolved because she has. What was once a breakup anthem has become a reminder that healing isn’t static. We revisit old versions of ourselves constantly, each time with a little more distance and a little more compassion. I found myself feeling proud of her in the same way I’d feel proud watching my own sister realize she’d finally made it through the other side.
Moments later she was standing outside a graffiti-covered house for “7 rings”, recreating the world of the music video with remarkable attention to detail. Throughout the evening, entire eras came alive through production design, each set piece feeling like a distinct part of her world.

As the show went on, it felt more rooted in reflection than nostalgia. A baby Ariana watching The Wizard of Oz quietly reminds us that before there was Wicked, there was simply a little girl dreaming. The abandoned house that frames “imperfect for you” became a metaphor for rebuilding, ‘warm’ celebrated the confidence that comes from finally choosing yourself, and ‘safety net’ - which I maintain is one of the greatest songs on her greatest album (go argue with a wall) - finally got the arena singalong it has always deserved.
Then Ariana detonated the room with ‘One Last Time,’ ‘Rain on Me,’ and her most grammatically confusing hit ‘Break Free,’ somehow dancing full-out while delivering the kind of live vocals that continue making people question whether she’s actually human.
Act 4 opened with ‘twilight zone,’ prompting me to turn to my friend and go “That’s my song!!!” for the 500th time that night. One of Ariana’s greatest strengths has always been her songwriting. Not every lyric is earth-shatteringly philosophical, but it feels so poetic because it’s so emotionally lived-in.
“It’s not like I'd ever change a thing, ‘cause I’m right here where I’m meant to be. Not that I’d call you, I won’t, Sometimes I just can’t believe you happened.”
There’s something so profoundly comforting about someone articulating the strange feeling of looking back at your life and realizing that even your hardest chapters somehow led you exactly where you needed to be. That idea ran through eternal sunshine,the album, and quietly became the emotional thesis of the concert itself.

But there’s no time to unpack our feelings, ladies! It’s time to “fuck around and raise our expectations.” If the earlier acts were about healing, this final stretch was about celebration. ‘Dangerous Woman’ reminded everyone that confidence has always been woven into Ariana’s artistry, complete with a guitar solo from Mr Johnny “Natural” Najera that deserved its own standing ovation. ‘hampstead,’ already one of the most devastating songs on the album, is transformed into something almost transcendent live. Extended by a sweeping orchestral arrangement, the stage emptied to two dancers whose choreography traced separation, growth, forgiveness and reunion without saying a single word.
Then came the encore. ‘Into You’ transformed Barclays into the world’s happiest gay nightclub before Ariana introduced ‘hate that i made you love me,’ one of the most fascinating additions to her catalogue. It wrestles with celebrity, projection, and the impossible expectations placed on women in the public eye, delivered not with bitterness but with a quiet confidence. It feels less like Ariana responding to headlines, and more like finally deciding that she no longer needs to.
By the time ‘we can’t be friends’ arrived, heartbreak had transformed into acceptance and closure.
Then came ‘supernatural’. Once again, everyone already knew what was about to happen. Thousands of phones appeared simultaneously. As Ariana ascended into the air in her now-iconic white dress, disappearing above the audience as if being gently pulled into another universe, it became clear that this was both the visual and emotional climax of the show.
The lights came up and ‘ordinary things’ played over footage of Ariana’s past, present and future selves, and nobody around me seemed particularly eager to leave. Neither was I.
eternal sunshine was never really an album about heartbreak. It’s about what comes after heartbreak. The quieter work of rebuilding and choosing yourself. Somehow, that’s exactly what this show became too.
What surprised me most wasn’t how spectacular the show was, although it absolutely was, but how intentionally it was constructed. Rather than feeling like a greatest-hits victory lap after years away from touring, the eternal sunshine tour felt like a living extension of the album itself. Every act built on the emotional journey Ariana began with the record. This wasn’t just Ariana performing her songs, but her introducing us to the version of herself that survived them.

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