Wednesday, February 01, 2006

September 28th, 2005

Yes, it was four whole months ago. So it must not have been that great, right? Oh, contraire. Now as to the reasons for my delay? There are so many and there are none, so let's just leave it at that, shall we? We shall.

Coldplay. The pictures aren't that great, but the memories are spectacular. I hate, despise big crowds of people but my love for live music transcends that hate. I can enjoy a good concert with the rest of them and I have done that plenty. But this one still resonates with me for some reason. Anytime I hear a song from the playlist, I am instantly transported back to the concert. Really...I am...and that's never happened to me before.

The venue was Philips Arena. I've also seen U2, Josh Groban, Hawks vs Lakers, and John Mayer there and have had a different view and seat each time. We happened to have floor seats for this night, which proved to be challenging for my 5 foot 3 inch self at times, but turned out just fine, as the next two photos should indicate.


On the left we have what is now the obligatory rockstar goes into the crowd of fans shot. It may have been inevitable but the where and when still keyed up the anticipation. On the right we have Gwenyth, wife of rockstar, mother of Apple, and Oscar winner. Not just any Oscar mind you, not the best lighting in a foreign film statue, but the statue, the best actress. Now, I'm way too cool to be star stuck. Of course don't get me wrong, I contemplated going all paparazzi on her ass, but since it was her birthday and all, I didn't. My friends on the other hand, weren't! So I will shamelessly post their snapshot here.

At some point nearing the end of the show, Chris started reminiscing about the last time Coldplay visited Atlanta and Elton John made a guest appearance and how could this concert ever live up to that one, when on stage walks Michael Stipe of R.E.M.! He and Chris performed a lovely and haunting version of "Night Swimming" and the crowd went wild.

I might as well be standing around with a sign saying, "Here I Am, Entertain Me!" because I got caught up in the lights, the video, the special effects, the over priced tickets, all of the hype.....and I loved every minute of it!

Comments:
Did I ever tell you that Michael Stipe is cousin? It's true. Crappy singers run in the family, evidently.

Which reminds me (DISCLAIMER- I AM MERELY REPEATING THE WORDS OF AN INSENSITIVE DRUNKEN RETARD HERE.....The opinions expressed hereforth are not necessarily representative of those of Durtyburns, tjayswift, or any other affiliated parties)

The conversation at my house the other night went like this-

Drummer- "Oh Jesus, this song sucks. Why don't you just play something really shitty like 'Everybody Hurts?'"

Me- "Did you know that Michael Stipe is my cousin?"

Drummer- "Well, your cousin's a fag."
 
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