Felt relieved that there was a long opening act.
Concluded that I've never anticipated anything so much in my life.
Came in halfway through the opening act. Seeing an artist mix live is actually pretty cool. Especially if it accompanies cool/odd animation. Makes me want to see BT with David.
(His name is Jon Hopkins)
Discovered that lower bowl seats are more comfortable than upper bowl seats.
Agonized over the fact that I forgot my camera. OH WAIT, no, I didn't forget it. I made a conscious decision not to bring it. Yes, I had it with me, yes, I took it from my house, but I DECIDED to leave it in the car. Something I may regret for the rest of my life. Also, my phone died. So, no phone camera. No phone camera to take a picture when he, they, were two sections over, and 10 rows up. No phone to text my dad and figure out any possible way to get it from him-to me-before the band came out.
Thanked Nan for coming with me, for loving Coldplay, for making it possible.
Was awed senseless by the first sights and sounds.
Wished Paige was there to experience it with me.
Confirmed what I already new, that Chris Martin is incredible, genuine, funny, and I love him.
Reaffirmed that I still love-and misunderstand the widespread dislike for/disappointment with-X&Y.
Openly wept through Fix You.
Found more meaning in the beautiful lyrics of those first few songs than I ever thought possible.
Realized that nothing I can recall has brought me such piercing happiness. This amazes, and frightens me.
Fell newly in love with Strawberry Swing. Thought of Chad and how much he'd love hearing it like this.
Loved the combination of God Put A Smile Upon Your Face and Talk into an electronic-ish masterpiece.
Laughed when Chris mentioned Joe the Plumber. "This isn't the best Coldplay song ever, but it's not the worst Coldplay song ever. It's not the best Joe the Plumber song ever, but it's not the worst Joe the Plumber song ever. Dunno what the fuck I'm talking about." Then played an incredible solo acoustic version of The Hardest Part. (SLC clip)
Disregarded the future health of my vocal chords to sing out Viva La Vida, and then Lost! from the bottom of my soul.
Studied the features of Chris, Will, Jonny and Guy in the crowd from 60 feet away. And yes, he did say the place was "crawling with super-babes".
Decided that The Scientist is better with Chris and his harmonica.
Heard Will, the drummer, play the steel guitar and sing Death Will Never Conquer-still from 60 feet away.
Took a deep breath as the band made their way back to the stage for the first encore, the crowd danced with thousands of glowing cell phones, and a remix of Viva La Vida played.
Remembered how much I love A Rush of Blood To the Head-my gateway into Coldplay-and Politik.
Captured two fluorescent tissue-paper butterflies from Lovers in Japan.
Was taken aback by Chris saying "Thanks for coming" before Death and All His Friends, when I didn't expect it, and was crushed.
Reflected on the shortest 2 hours of my life.
Wondered if the people leaving had ever heard of an encore.
Wondered if the band would play my favorite new song, Yes, as the second encore.
Drank in Yellow, and the last moments of the greatest experience of my entire, yes, entire life.
Relished personal silence, and the afterglow, even though they played every song from Viva la Vida or Death and All His Friends except for my favorite, Yes.
Wished for silence, Paige's company, and the return of Coldplay to Salt Lake City, while seriously considering/planning a sudden vacation to their next tour stop.
Realized that as much as I thought I adored and appreciated Coldplay before, I never did, or could have, until now.
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