For your musical education: Charlie Brown After a whirlwind week back in the office and a massive cold that left nothing but empty tissue boxes and a quasi-serious Afrin addiction in its wake, this weekend was a welcome relief. Rest and relaxation was the only item on my agenda Saturday, which meant by Sunday I was feeling well enough to accompany my family to the Coldplay concert at TD Garden - and man am I glad I didn't miss out. As Michael put it, "the first two opening songs were better than most other concert's finales."
The evening began splendidly, complete with a limousine to escort the crew from my parent's house in Wellesley to the event downtown.
Once there we grabbed a bite to eat across the street from the Garden:
And soon enough we were in our seats ready to go, waiting for Jay-Z's "99 Problems" to blast over the loudspeakers - Coldplay is notorious for starting all of their shows with this little tribute, and it's definitely a crowd-pleaser. As the lights dimmed and Jay-Z gave way to the opening chords of Mylo Xyloto, I knew I was in for more than a good time. The energy Chris Martin has onstage is absolutely electric - not only with his bandmates but with the whole audience too. After just the second song (Hurts Like Heaven) there was an explosion of confetti from the ceiling that kept raining down, and it made me the happiest to be at such an amazing concert with my family.
Each song seemed to get better and better - that is, until Chris sat down at his piano to perform Warning Sign. Apparently his mind has the tendency to wander during his concerts, as he explains in the hilarious clip below:
What a precious reminder that we are all human, right? On the second attempt Warning Sign was just as lovely as I've ever heard it, and the band went on to play a menagerie of their best hits from all of their albums.
An explosive finale and two sweat-soaked t-shirts later (Chris Martin's, not mine) and the concert was over - but what a way to end the weekend! (or to start the week, you choose). Of course, this post is titled "Highs and Lows" for a reason, so I suppose now I should mention what's followed since this epic event.
Two words: Jury Duty.
This was not my first experience with receiving "the summons." A while back I came home to a letter in the mail addressed to "Wadsworth" informing me of my responsibility, but upon closer inspection by my roommate we realized that the postman had confused me with another man by my same last name who lives three floors above me. Relieved it wasn't actually my time to report for duty, I eagerly charged up three flights of stairs to deliver the news to my neighbor that not only did I accidentally open his mail, but that he had jury duty. Bummer.
But alas, I could not escape my civic obligation, or, as the district court in Dorchester MA likes to put it, my civic privilege, which came just a few months later. I was so nervous I'd have to actually sit on a trial that I dug through my old notes from a Comm Law class I took in college, just to brush up on some of the finer points of the American judicial system in hopes that the "I know too much" approach would be enough to send me home. Luckily I drew a fairly high number in the lottery, and ended up being dismissed after 5 hours of waiting - er, watching Sex and the City re-runs on my computer. So I guess this post should be re-titled "Highs and Not-so-highs," because after all I do feel privileged to have gotten that out of the way.