The Heartbeat of My Life: Magic...

It's impossible to put pen to paper about this. So I'll suffice with thumbs to touchscreen. Coldplay. One word. The name of a band. Yet the emotions that my mind filters down to my heart is in some-ways remarkable.

I'll say it. One of my faves. I'll watch them every SINGLE time I possibly can. Over and over and over and over yet again. One just cannot get enough.

I was lucky enough to get tickets to see them at the Royal Albert Hall in London last night. Now take SIX THOUSAND super duper fans and FOUR skillllllllllllled men and throw them in a circular arena with numerous musical instruments and it's bound to be a party. A right sick ass party at that. A blow your freaking socks off party. Party party party party party. And that is what we did last night. Just party, close your eyes and dance monkey dance.

Coldplay's music has evolved and yes many people have opinions that they are no longer the Coldplay they grew to love in the late NINETIES. And no, why would they be? It's nearly FIFTEEN years ago since the Yellow anthem was released. (Sidebar: the first time the sound waves of Coldplay's Yellow hit my ears I was in my room in Cape Town, a half pint of only ELEVEN years old and I vividly remember stumbling over the numerous obstacles on my bedroom floor to hit the double play record button on my tape recorder. That was the start of this love for this band and I reckon the start of my interest in music...HUGE SHOUT). Are you the same person you were at the change of the millennium?! Heavens I hope not. Honestly, thank goodness bands do new things. How boring if not!

And then there is the lyrics of their songs. Yes, we all have a person in our past that has destroyed The Scientist for us. And if we're honest they probably destroyed Fix You too. And also Magic. I suppose I could go on. But screw them. They tried their best and never succeeded (lyric win), in more ways than one. So that brings me to Ghost Stories. Clearly written on the back of a horrendous break-up, Chris and the boys do a wonderful job in portraying hope. Something we see so little of in our lives. Hope for something better. Hope for something more. Hope for less pain and more beauty. And boy was last night beautiful.