If you know me outside of this blog, you know Coldplay are my favourite band. I mean, I love them more than *NSYNC, and that is HUGE! Anyway, last Monday the day finally came when Coldplay played their first of two shows in Toronto at the Rogers Centre. And they were fucking incredible. Sorry for the language there, but that’s all I can say. I have no other words. Not only were Peter and I surprised to find out that we were upgraded to floor seats (my mouth dropped and I nearly cried when I learned this), but I got to experience the most amazing concert of my life with the one I love the most. Plus, the whole floor seat thing let me check off an item on my bucket list – I always wanted floor seats to a Coldplay concert.
From the minute the lights went down and the CN Tower‘s lights synced up with the music of O Mio Bambino Caro, I was over the moon. Following it up with A Head Full of Dreams and the rest of their hit singles from both their current and previous albums, the night was filled with confetti, pyrotechnics, dancing and pure joy.
Here’s the thing, when it comes to Coldplay, I can honestly say that I owe them my life. When i was younger, and struggling to find my place in this crazy world, I battled some pretty dark demons. But it was their music and lyrics that would always help me see the beautiful bright light at the end of the dark tunnel. Yellow and Trouble helped me get through high school; Politik, In My Place and Green Eyes helped me through university; Fix You helped me deal with my Nonna’s passing; and, most importantly, Viva La Vida and Violet Hill helped me through and survive my worst breakup.
Now that I’m living in that bright light, songs like Us Against the World, Til Kingdom Come, A Sky Full of Stars and Hurts Like Heaven are my anthems. That said, the song Paradise from their Mylo Xyloto will always hold a special place in my heart, as lyrically, it reminds me of all the heartache and shitty times I’ve been through. I cry every time I listen to it. Well, I cry when I hear Fix You too, but that’s a whole other thing.
The lyrics of Paradise are so on point in terms of what I went through, I can’t help but become emotional:
“When she was just a girl she expected the world
But it flew away from her reach
So she ran away in her sleep and dreamed of
Para-para-paradise, para-para-paradise, para-para-paradise
Every time she closed her eyes
But it flew away from her reach and the bullets catch in her teeth
Life goes on, it gets so heavy
The wheel breaks the butterfly every tear a waterfall
In the night the stormy night she’ll close her eyes
In the night the stormy night away she’d fly”
I guess what I’m trying to say is, thank you, Coldplay, for an evening I will never forget and for always being their when I needed you most. You’ve helped me through the tough days and have helped me celebrate the good. Simply put, thank you.
Until next time…