Shortly into her rendition of “Give Your Heart a Break” at her Climate Pledge Arena show last night, Demi Lovato fumbled a few words. It wasn’t a big deal, though. “At least we know the mic is on!” she exclaimed with a big laugh before continuing on with the sort of vocal performance she’d been delivering all night and would continue to: brawny but flexible, authoritative whether she was softly cooing or summiting a high note. (And there were a lot of high notes.)

A few times during Lovato’s concert — promoting It’s Not That Deep, her newest and I think best album — I found myself wracking my brain for the last time I attended a show at the venue where the headliner’s voice hadn’t just filled the room but had enough power behind it to fill a couple more. (Maybe I wouldn’t have had to strain the same way had I seen Florence + the Machine play at the arena earlier this week.) The artistic cohesion of Lovato’s two-decades-running music career has been rocky, not unlike the unnecessary-to-reiterate struggles of a personal life so well-documented, both by the media and Lovato herself, that a five-year-old New York Times profile began with the headline, “How Honest Can Demi Lovato Be?” The reliable constant throughout it all has been Lovato’s best-of-her-generation voice, a generously wielded instrument that has, beyond her admirable willingness to disclose the unthinkable, made you want to root for her no matter what.

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