A Message

Ok Living Room blog, we were supposed to do personal updates a while ago, but I didn’t feel like it at the time. And surprisingly enough I didn’t do it, but I feel like it now, and you will discover why, I’m very sure. Since blogger world is an optional read, I feel free to go on and on, and you can read all, none, little, who cares.

As every Torontonian should know there are COLDPLAY concerts on tonight and tomorrow, and alas I do not have tickets. The problem is not that I don’t have tickets, since I already saw them on this tour in Montreal. Its that I have class during when I could get tickets, and I usually hyperventilate with excitement at the very thought of a Coldplay concert.

For all of you out in the music nether world I will gladly inform you that Coldplay, whether you love their music than you love the air you breath, or whether you hate their music and find it inescapably depressing, they are the best showmen you will likely see. The energy in a Coldplay concert is absolutely metaphysical… I have no clue how they do it but if it came in drug form I would likely become an addict. (If you know of a drug approximate please don’t tell me because I would end up on the street and wouldn’t be able to donate blood anymore.) I can say this with complete confidence since I have gone to a Coldplay concert with a guy who didn’t like them (he just wanted to come to Montreal) and he did admit that it was amazingly fantastic.

The reason I see this as life update blog-worthy is because I need to tell you what I think experiencing a Coldplay concert is like. I have been to two – one for their 2nd and 3rd albums – and I am convinced that it gives you just a little taste of heaven. Not a joke! Not blasphemy either. The music grabs you, in every part of your being and you are part of the collective crowd but you enjoy in a unique, individual way. I can only say that I feel blissful, euphoric… honestly I think that heaven will be that awesome, only more so.

Unfortunately, I can get terribly emotional with Coldplay music, especially since their songs, and particularly their albums, are intrinsically tied to periods in my life. For example, Parachutes was the summer I worked at camp and X & Y is India and Scotland. Their music makes me aspire to my youthful dreams of supreme greatness, not in the worldly sense, but some pure abstract sense (that’s right, abstract). Its like living like you never thought possible and letting the world know exactly what its like thorough and incredible guitar riff.

Ok, enough, enough. A few closing remarks, Johnny’s ma boy (Johnny Buckland, the guitarist). I’d also like to give a shout out to Will Champion, Guy Berryman and Chris Martin to put on another surreal concert tonight and tomorrow, which I’m sure they will have no problem doing. I encourage any Coldplay lovers not to read biographies or stupid articles about the personal lives of the band – all that bull ruins the mystery of the songs. Not because it reveals anything directly but because it makes you think of them as flawed people, which they are, but it actually all about the music. This is how I justify highly enjoying Oasis.

Bethany <><