“Can you believe it? We’re in Los Angeles!” exulted Chappell Roan , about halfway through the first of two appearances at Brookside at the Rose Bowl. It was understood, what she was saying. L.A. was starting to get a complex, when it came to Roan not having done a proper headlining gig in her adopted hometown since before her ascent began. Was she no longer having crazy visions here? Was Santa Monica no longer too good to her? Had she found a better place to dance than West Hollywood? Probably nobody really took it that personally, but all the victory laps she’s been taking over the last two years felt incomplete — like a lap- ette — without a proper major SoCal show to celebrate her ascendance into the pop firmament.
Now she had two, Friday and Saturday night at Pasadena’s Rose Bowl-