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There is something about seeing music live, especially music that I will forever adore (or, I plan on adoring), that causes me to act in a way that I never do at any other time in my life. Never wanting to be “one of the crowd” on any other day, I inevitably forget all about such a standard as my favorite band walks onto the stage and I commence screaming along with thousands of other fans. The lead singer says something clever between songs and I do my best to not find him the wittiest of people, but still cannot help somehow being impressed. I notice that some of the songs that are performed are songs I could have written myself if I had half a mind to, and yet I comment aloud that I am so impressed with the musicality of the band members, the simple yet effective use of certain melodies and instrumentation.

Confetti is shot out of a cannon to my right, and sparkly, colorful paper butterflies fly through the air. I resist the urge to find them magical and beautiful, and consider smothering my childish wonderment, but seconds later I put my hands up and grab some, and in moments I have secured several blue ones and a shiny purple one. Pleased with my triumph, I carefully put the paper butterflies in my pocket as plans for my scrapbook take hold in the back of my mind.

And despite the fact that the band’s number one song has been playing in my car for months, when I hear it, it is as if I am hearing it for the first time and tears come to my eyes. The music, oh, the music! So dramatic! So full of artistry! So powerful!

What is it about live music that can influence so many … is it just the theatrics powered by millions of dollars, is it the clever marketing and free giveaways, is it the good looks and impeccable style of the band, or is it really and truly the music that moves me to behave as if I’m another version of myself? The easy answer might be a combination of all of those things.

But regardless what it is, and despite all of my efforts to not fall into a marketing scheme, I’d see Coldplay in concert again in a heartbeat.

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  1. Ava said:

    OMGOSH I love Coldplay. I, too, saw them live. And I share all of your sentiments.

    May 29, 2009 @ 7:56 pm

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