No longer a concert virgin



I'VE finally done it.
Gone to see a concert, that is. The first time, and was I glad it was with Coldplay.
Aafter spending $160 on the tickets, I was expecting to have to scream "Give me a refund!!" at the end of the concert.
But far from being a sordid wham-bam-thankyoumam, this concert may have begun a love affair with Coldplay.

The evening started out without high hopes. I thought the most fun I'd be having was taking pictures like this:



Fortunately, Chris Martin proved to be more fun than taking pictures of an irate Swanboy.


This is a picture of him singing "42".
"Those who are dead are not dead, they're just living in my head..."
So hauntingly beautiful.

There were the "Yellow" balloons, which have become, or so I've been told, tradition at Coldplay concerts...


Frenzied prancing on stage and severe "I am a musician" posing...



Though I wished Chris Martin would stop collapsing from fatigue.

The group also went onto a stage in the middle of the audience and did a little Come-Get-To-Know-Us set, when even the sullen bassist sang.


(Swanboy and I ran to where they were at, knocking over a plastic cup of some sticky beverage in the meantime... but we ended up a couple of rows behind them.)

It ended spectacularly with a shower of confetti, and with the audience calling the group back to encore with the "Whoaaa~" strain from Viva la Vida.



Take a bow and Viva la Coldplay!