I love live music.
I recently I said to Steven that it is one love that I really want to pass on to our children.
I flew to Brisbane a couple of weekends ago, they were playing Coldplay Live 2012, I wanted to sing along out loud because it makes me happy on the inside. I went and tracked down the Blu-ray on the Monday at lunchtime because we had planned on buying it when it was released but had forgotten about it.
Last November we took the big girls for a surprise weekend in Sydney, part of that surprise was taking them to see Coldplay. To say it was amazing is possibly an understatement.
For me, each live music experience goes in to one of two categories, my favourite or not my favourite. Every band is different so each favourite experience is different, but seeing Coldplay was different again. Coldplay was the best because it was the one where I passed on my love to two of our children.
It was the one where we sat in line for six hours before we were allowed in the gate.
It was the one where we had a place on the fence right from the beginning. I wouldn't do that with the kids at every concert but they were completely safe on the barrier with Steven and I protecting them. Concert security were fantastic and kept a pretty good eye on them too.
It was the one with light up wrist bands, huge bouncing balls and glow in the dark paint.
It was the one where Chris Martin spotted our girls in the front row and connected with them, then came back, bent down and sang directly to them. It was azazing.
He talks about connecting with the audience on the movie recording; it gives me goosebumps and makes me teary listening to him talk about it.
The thing that makes the difference for me about whether a concert is my favourite or not my favourite is how the artist connects with the audience.
It’s Dave Grohl running down the catwalk and grinning while tens of thousands point and sing ‘there goes my hero’; It’s Flea walking on his hands across the stage or Billy Joe inviting a random punter on stage to sing with him; It’s Michael Buble having a chat and making fun of himself during a performance. It’s Chris Martin smiling at his piano. It’s the crush of bodies, the sweat, the dancing, the singing and the music being inside your body.
Do you love live music the way I do? What is one thing you love that you want to pass on to your children? Do you have a single, favourite live music experience? I’d love to hear about it.