I have no idea why among the concerts I’ve been to, I chose to come unarmed last night at Coldplay’s.
It was a different experience altogether. For the band, it’s their first time to step foot on Philippine soil to meet their ever dedicated fans. For me, it’s the first time I’ve been in an open-field grounds for a legitimate music show, the first time I’ve been so willing to endure being around skin to skin with so much people that there’s barely enough room to breathe, and also the first time I didn’t bring my weapon, my camera, to a concert.
Now I’m not trying to sound all cheesy, but man, that was a great show. Coldplay’s Manila leg of their A Head Full of Dreams tour is what dreams are made of. If you were there and you’ve seen it in all its live glory, props to you. But let me share to you a few thoughts I had during and after the concert.
The mix of audience
The SM Mall of Asia Concert Grounds has a capacity of 35,000 people, and while I don’t know how the figures fared on the show itself, I can definitely tell there was diversity among the concert-goers in terms of age — perhaps quite an unintelligent guess due to my lack of data to support this claim, what my eyes saw wasn’t unreal, if you count observation and mere physical judgment as valid. It’s a mix of titos and titas, millennials, high schoolers, and even kids with parents (or is it the parents with their kids?).
Seeing this wild variety of the audience population is rare, and it speaks of how Coldplay’s music reaches people from different age brackets. It creeps through and transcends what is conventional exactly through tasteful beats that please ageless ears. Basically, it’s a band that makes you forget how old you are by letting you feel young.
Emotions. It’s a rollercoaster ride of emotions. We started with A Head Full of Dreams which is pretty predictable given how the tour itself is titled, but Yellow as their second song? Crazy. Coldplay does not shy about breaking our hearts that early, huh?
We were presented with an incredible set list that goes up, down, and up. One moment you’re jumping, the next thing you know you’re crying. It was a night to let loose and be as truthful as you can be.
The band may be a master in producing effective sound accompanied with a visually-pleasing set, but their craft is especially powerful in such a way that music is not entertainment but music is the message. Coldplay’s usage of sound as an equalizing force among its listeners made us forget the nitty-gritty details of ourselves, of what race we belonged in, of which economic status we’re classified in, or of which section of the concert grounds we stood at. It’s music that hits you right in the core of your humanity. It makes you feel wounded without the need for any physical scar, but it also comes with a redeeming factor in such a way that it makes you feel like you can get through without even having to move just because the stars, after all, shine for you.
The sheer beauty of it all is enough for me to regret how I did not bring my camera to capture quality photos. So here is my solution: I’ll write about it. And so with my fogged and hungover mind, I did & barely managed to.
Seeing Coldplay is a too beautiful experience for me, and I loved it so, so much it hurts.