Viva la vida
Today I will go a bit off track from my usual cinematic extravaganzas and I will do a short incursion into the pop music world.
As much as I can consider myself a refined film addict and connoisseur, I can also openly state that my taste in music is nothing more than commercial and simple.
Fortunately it is my husband that chooses the soundtrack of our lives, since he is the one that edits our holidays videos. And he has made his choice already since a long time, Coldplay!
For a long time this and the Hollywood gossips on Chris Martin's marriage (and divorce) with famous actress Gwyneth Paltrow have been the only contact points that I had with this extremely popular band.
In my restless search for something interesting to do, I landed on the idea to see this band playing live, tricky very tricky in today's world of bots and blood thirsty online ticket re-sellers.
Looking at the dates of their world tour (without even knowing that they were on tour) I couldn't believe they had a concert in Brussels in only two weeks. Sold out of course.
Without much enthusiasm I started my search for affordable second hand tickets. Beyond all expectation somebody on Marktplaats wasn't that greedy and I could buy two tickets for a very acceptable 40% uplift, almost a bargain.
This whole thing had gone on almost by inertia, taking the afternoon off, arranging the nanny and get on the go in an unusually hot and lazy beginning of June. I wasn't even sure I would like the event in the end, yes I did like most of Coldplay songs but the hassle of getting to Brussels in the middle of terrorist attacks, through endless traffic jams and scorching sun kind of put me down.
We had been cooking for almost three hours in the south tribune of Koning Boudewijn Stadium new name for the Heysel Stadium, sadly known for the tragedy of Champion League final of 1985 that costed the life of 39 Juventus fans and triggered the well deserved exclusion of all British football teams from any European competition for more than a decade (a Brexit ante litteram if you will).
I was almost sleeping through two very uninspiring opening acts and the mood definitely wasn't at its highest peak, until they came on stage and bam!
Suddenly life had a million more colors and energy was overwhelming and inspiration was at an hands reach. The music was blasting, lights, fireworks and fifty thousand people singing as one pulsed around me, the essence of life, the essence of good life as I always imagined it was there in front of me. The spirit of all that is good in this millennium was wonderfully represented by one single person playing singing and dancing on stage, cool as coolness can be. And I was singing and jumping at the rhythm of this music of life. Not just life, but life as I see it. A man (to a lot of extents an ordinary man) living his dream and shining his soul out on stage was showing this to me.
But I am sliding into rhetoric now! I had been dwelling on the topic of inspiration for quite some time now, and Chris Martin finally showed me what being inspired (and inspiring) really means and how it can move fifty thousand people at once.
I went to this concert expecting to find some easy listening for over thirty kind of event, what an unbelievably pleasant surprise did I get!
As much as I can consider myself a refined film addict and connoisseur, I can also openly state that my taste in music is nothing more than commercial and simple.
Fortunately it is my husband that chooses the soundtrack of our lives, since he is the one that edits our holidays videos. And he has made his choice already since a long time, Coldplay!
For a long time this and the Hollywood gossips on Chris Martin's marriage (and divorce) with famous actress Gwyneth Paltrow have been the only contact points that I had with this extremely popular band.
In my restless search for something interesting to do, I landed on the idea to see this band playing live, tricky very tricky in today's world of bots and blood thirsty online ticket re-sellers.
Looking at the dates of their world tour (without even knowing that they were on tour) I couldn't believe they had a concert in Brussels in only two weeks. Sold out of course.
Without much enthusiasm I started my search for affordable second hand tickets. Beyond all expectation somebody on Marktplaats wasn't that greedy and I could buy two tickets for a very acceptable 40% uplift, almost a bargain.
This whole thing had gone on almost by inertia, taking the afternoon off, arranging the nanny and get on the go in an unusually hot and lazy beginning of June. I wasn't even sure I would like the event in the end, yes I did like most of Coldplay songs but the hassle of getting to Brussels in the middle of terrorist attacks, through endless traffic jams and scorching sun kind of put me down.
We had been cooking for almost three hours in the south tribune of Koning Boudewijn Stadium new name for the Heysel Stadium, sadly known for the tragedy of Champion League final of 1985 that costed the life of 39 Juventus fans and triggered the well deserved exclusion of all British football teams from any European competition for more than a decade (a Brexit ante litteram if you will).
I was almost sleeping through two very uninspiring opening acts and the mood definitely wasn't at its highest peak, until they came on stage and bam!
Suddenly life had a million more colors and energy was overwhelming and inspiration was at an hands reach. The music was blasting, lights, fireworks and fifty thousand people singing as one pulsed around me, the essence of life, the essence of good life as I always imagined it was there in front of me. The spirit of all that is good in this millennium was wonderfully represented by one single person playing singing and dancing on stage, cool as coolness can be. And I was singing and jumping at the rhythm of this music of life. Not just life, but life as I see it. A man (to a lot of extents an ordinary man) living his dream and shining his soul out on stage was showing this to me.
But I am sliding into rhetoric now! I had been dwelling on the topic of inspiration for quite some time now, and Chris Martin finally showed me what being inspired (and inspiring) really means and how it can move fifty thousand people at once.
I went to this concert expecting to find some easy listening for over thirty kind of event, what an unbelievably pleasant surprise did I get!
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