An Evening with Coldplay

I hate crowds. Ask me if I am going to ‘Lollapalooza’ and I will ask you if you are crazy. I don’t often go willingly into those situations. If it is excessively hot, that is even more intolerable.

I went to Soldier Field for the first time the other day. Obviously I am not a huge football fan; otherwise I would already have been there. I went for Coldplay and a concert. A gift of two tickets I received from a son and ‘daughter’ for Christmas and my birthday.

I had been to a Coldplay concert before at the United Center a few years ago. It was wonderful, everything I had hoped it would be.

This one was as well and made up for my foray into the heavy-duty crowd of some 60,000 human beings packed into a stadium.

I love music. I would pretty much play it all the time, if I could. As a kid I would study to music and the sound of the TV. I use it as a background sound. Good music makes me happy.

I learned some time ago that if I am doing a task I find hard that it is a good idea to play a certain type of music to help me find my mojo and work through it.

In the beginning, the music was (and still is) the Beatles. The next group was America, which is a really important feel-good music for me. The Bee Gees came next and then I moved into Coldplay. The other day when I was painting, Coldplay and the Beatles helped me over my initial difficulties with a new type of paint and helped put me in a good mood.

The concert was set for 7:00 PM and there were two opening acts: Izzy Bizu and Alunageorge. I found Izzy to be a great singer but not one that was best showcased in a huge stadium like Soldier Field. Alunageorge was a good group but didn’t send me for whatever reason. At 9:00, Coldplay began, our provided dual wristbands flashing colors, making the stadium go from red to yellow, to purple, to multicolor in an impressive display. The music was wonderful, the showmanship impressive, the pyrotechnics amazing, the fireworks with falling butterflies, cool, and the arching flames dramatic. The day was perfect, the clouds threatening, and we did have a quick moment of a gust of wind and a five-minute drizzle.

I was overwhelmed. I never even said anything to MK, but at times I could not have spoken had I wanted to. The music was touching and touched my very soul, for some reason. I felt as if the pressure of the awful times we are living through had lifted for a short moment, just enough for me to see clearly and realize something.


There is hope, we just need the courage and stamina to be patient as we persevere. This too shall pass.

At one point, we all sang ‘Amazing Grace,’ which pretty much blew me away.

They did their song, ‘Kaleidoscope’ and had the words put on the screen as they did. Although there was not much mention of the political scene, Chris Martin managed to quietly put in his statement at certain moments.

Here are the words to Kaleidoscope:

this being human is a guest house
every morning a new arrival
a joy, a depression, a meanness
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor

welcome and entertain them all!

be grateful for whoever comes
because each has been sent
as a guide

I have listened to this song many times and it never had the significance that it did when I heard it on Thursday evening.

The Coldplay concert brought together old and young, and people of every color and persuasion. I am forever grateful to my son and daughter for the chance to have experienced this one hundred thirty-five minutes of solid Coldplay live.

About Richard Koerner

Sixty something, father, papi, educator, organizer, Francophile, traveler, amateur photographer, gardener, cyclist, kayaker, calligrapher, cinephile, reader, and overall renaissance type human being.
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