Last night my gal pal Lauren and I met up with our (my new) friends Prav and Gap Dave who humbled us with their breadth of band proficiency (to such an extent that Lauren and I are lit with the motivational fire of 1,000 suns to out-discover these intrepid band crusaders) at The House of Shields for about an hour and then we all headed over to the Coldplay concert at the Oakland Arena.Now, I am not normally a fan of the musical monstrosities that are performed at places like the Oakland Arena (I mean seriously, Aerosmith plays here), but the show was incredibly impressive. It was actually more of a songful spectacle complete with video projections, light displays and a fleet-footed Chris Martin who bounded around the stage like a buoyant cheerleader. I thought for more than a moment that we were all partaking in another Coldplay music video...and, if it weren't for the infectious energy, consummate setlist and crystalline voice of Chris Martin, I might have held it against them.
Rather, I've spent the evening cursing my technical ignorance because if only I could get the video footage off my fancy phone I might be able to really make you all appreciate my wonderful evening.
