Matt Maeson: Watch My Step Tour (A Solo Experience) w. Joe P | Goldfarb Financial Concert Series

DSP Shows presents Matt Maeson: Watch My Step Tour *A SOLO EXPERIENCE* live in Asbury Hall as part of the Goldfarb Financial Concert Series
7pm Doors, 8pm Show
Tickets: ON SALE FRI 3/27 @10AM EST – General Admission Standing $40 advance, $45 day of show, VIP Package + GA Standing Ticket $105* can be purchased at at TixR.com/ (online conveniece fees apply) or the Asbury Box Office (M-F 11a-5p) with no fees for cash transactions, 3% credit/debit card fee. Ages 12+
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Matt Maeson makes songs for those moments when you need them the most. No matter how fast life goes, he can get a grip on it and slow it down just enough to sing about it. The Virginia-born and Nashville-based multiplatinum singer, songwriter, and multi-instrumentalist transforms complicated feelings, uneasy thoughts, and self-doubt into arrestingly catchy alternative anthems anchored by relatable and raw emotion. Throughout the last decade, Matt has documented life’s twists and turns on tape. In 2019, he struck a chord and made history with his first LP, Bank on the Funeral. The album’s two Platinum-certified singles—“Cringe” and “Hallucinogenics” [feat. Lana Del Rey]—each climbed to #1 at Alternative, elevating him as “the first ever male solo artist to log two #1 Alternative hits from a full-length debut LP.” On its heels, 2022’s Never Had To Leave incited critical acclaim from American Songwriter, Consequence of Sound, and more. He emerged as the rare talent equally comfortable supporting Zach Bryan in arenas or lending his voice to tracks alongside Gryffin, Illenium, and Chelsea Cutler. He also embarked on the sold-out acoustic That’s My Cue Tour captured on his 2024 live record, That’s My Cue: A Solo Experience. Along the way, Matt got married, moved from Austin to Nashville, and became a dad. He processes all of these pivotal changes out loud on his new single, "Everlasting" [Atlantic Records]. Frustrated and confused, Matt wrestles with leaving it all behind only to dust himself off and exhale a mantra-like chant through a haze of strings, “Grit your teeth and make us proud. Fake it when you don’t know how.”