Reneé Rapp Takes Over Cal Coast Credit Union Amphitheater
The night was already electric before Reneé Rapp even appeared — a sea of glitter, eyeliner, and queer joy filling San Diego’s Cal Coast Credit Union Amphitheater under the October sky. But when the lights dimmed and that star-shaped stage began to glow alongside the first notes of “Leave Me Alone”, the crowd erupted. This wasn’t just a concert; it was a declaration. Rapp strutted onto the star’s gleaming center, her presence magnetic and commanding, diving headfirst into the lead single of her latest album, Bite Me; setting the tone for what would become a fiery, vulnerable, and outrageously fun night.
From the start, Rapp leaned into the sensual energy that’s become a hallmark of her live shows — but never gratuitously. Her confidence radiated professionalism and control, each flirtatious glance and bold lyric sending waves of screams rippling through the venue. The way she carried herself — part Broadway polish, part rockstar defiance — was pure theater. During “Kiss It Kiss It” and “Talk Too Much,” she prowled the stage with a mischievous grin, locking eyes with fans like she was in on a delicious secret.
Midway through the show, she showed her softer side with “Sometimes” and “Good Girl,” moments where the energy shifted from lustful chaos to heart-on-sleeve honesty. But then came one of the night’s most unforgettable moments: “Swim.” As the opening notes hit, Reneé left the safety of her star and weaved through aisles, hugging fans, grabbing hands, even taking selfies mid-song. The arena dissolved into pure joy, the line between artist and audience completely blurred.
The back half of the set saw Rapp flexing every side of her artistry — the biting wit of “Tummy Hurts,” the unapologetic attitude of “You’d Like That Wouldn’t You,” and the queer anthem energy of “Pretty Girls.” Her vocals soared on “In the Kitchen” and “Snow Angel,” cutting through the night air with both ache and defiance. And when she closed with a playful, shortened version of “Not My Fault” before exploding into “At Least I’m Hot,” the entire venue became a dance floor.
By the time the last note rang out, Reneé had given everything — swagger, soul, and vulnerability, all on a stage shaped like the very thing she is: a star. She didn’t just perform; she connected, provoked, and celebrated with her fans. If San Diego needed proof that Reneé Rapp has fully arrived as one of pop’s most commanding live performers, this was it — equal parts spectacle, therapy session, and fever dream.
