So the whole experience of trying to buy Coldplay tickets for their upcoming concert in Malaysia was terrible. And. as you might expect, we came away from it 2 days later still empty-handed.
I suppose the only thing to do to soothe my disappointment would be to tell you a bit about how Coldplay came to matter to me back in the day. Hopefully by the end of this tale, I will have felt a bit better about things and perhaps move along to other more positive matters...
My earliest attachment to Coldplay's music came during my uni days. The season where I spent a huge chunk of my time predominantly alone, traversing books in the library, fretting over insurmountable assignments, and reading the Bible everywhere and anywhere that I found myself around the campus as I killed time between classes.
Those were the days that I would need to take long drives from home to campus on my own. So it was just me and my music in the car. And it came to be back then that Coldplay became one of my favourite choices.
I suppose you could say I only really started paying closer attention to the band because of the music videos I saw of them on TV via MTV and/or Channel V. I recall watching In My Place, The Scientist and a live rendition of Talk. The energy that Chris Martin displayed while up on stage intrigued me. The tunes sounded like things I could grow to love.
And that happened indeed.
X&Y was the album that got me jumping on the bandwagon. I literally loved nearly every track on it. Somehow it spoke to where I was at that season of my life. It was haunting enough. Hopeful enough.
And it pulled me through many a melancholic time.
I even considered should I try to make it for their Twisted Logic tour, where there were concert dates in Singapore. But alas, I did not know any other Coldplay fans to go with. And I didn't even know if I'd have the money to afford the tickets...
Fast forward to 2009 and it was the time of Coldplay's Viva La Vida tour. And this time I made it to Singapore to catch the concert. And not only that... I went with a friend... whom I had a crush on at that time. It was just the 2 of us, since I guess we didn't have that many other friends who were fans, and even those who were, perhaps were not willing to fork out the moola required to attend.
That friend ended up my boyfriend and eventually, my husband.
I'd like to think it was the excuse of attending a concert together that helped advance our relationship. We spent a great deal of time talking on the bus both on the way there and back. Not to mention the time we also killed ambling about Singapore in search of CDs and such.
What a time that was. The concert was a blast, the most spectacular I ever remember attending to this day. And to top it all off, I had a romantic story to tell of afterwards.
So of course Coldplay has always meant the world to me.
This upcoming KL gig of theirs is probably my only chance to catch them live. And it's a complete miss, folks.
Well, at least I've got a partner for life to journey through the rest of life with. (And to sing and make music with too, whenever we feel like.)
The music plays on, no doubt, but some things like seeing Coldplay in concert in my home country, I guess you'll just always be waiting till kingdom come to savour, if ever at all.
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