Happy Birthday, again, Steve. The one thing Steve asked me to
get him for his birthday last month, was
Coldplay tickets. I got him
Georgia, the bulldog puppy, instead {which he was really happy about}. But he still really wanted to see
Coldplay, so he went and got us tickets himself.
Grandma K. came over and went to dinner with us, and then stayed to babysit, which Piper was thrilled about. They made Play-Doh turtles and flowers and watched the Bee Movie.
At first, I wasn't thrilled about the tickets. They were pretty
spendy, even for nose bleed seats. It's not that I don't like this band, but the last couple of concerts we've gone to have left us feeling really old and out of touch (maybe its just the
TOOL fans, and the smoke and 'stuff' going on in the rows around us - we always run into one {or more} of Steve's clients - one guy was even suppose to be on house arrest. Luckily, his clients are usually drunk and can't put his face with who he is. If they do think they recognize him, they usually give him the
ol' "Hey dude - where do I know you from?". And when he informs them that he is their lawyer, they usually say something like "Oh... yeah..." and walk the other way." Last night we only saw one former client in the elevator. She didn't recognize him.)
But anyway, we were both pleasantly surprised by the crowd and the band - all very polite. No swearing (even
Sting dropped the F-bomb in concert this summer, which was just
weird, almost comical). And the 'show' was pretty cool too. Huge orbs were hung from the ceiling which had live video images projected on them, sometime
s the band, sometimes just colors and patterns. The huge screen behind the band projected the band in black and white with strobe lights making it look like old home movies almost. Hard to describe, but pretty cool, for a "wuss rock" band as Steve refers to them. He really likes their music, but actually felt kind of
embarrassed to be there. We left before the two encore performances (those 7:30am bishopric meetings aren't the highlight of Steve's Sunday mornings), but I read that they dropped paper confetti butterflies near the end. That would have been cool to see.
Chris Martin is no Maynard James Keenan, but I'll give Coldplay two thumbs up anyway. And as a bonus, this is music that I could listen to in the car with my toddler in the backseat {if she ever lets me take out the Laurie Berkner Band CD}.
So, thanks for a great date night, Steve (and for never making me go see AC/DC or Guns N Roses with you, or even asking me to listen to Chinese Democracy).
{and, No - I didn't take the band pictures}
At first, I wasn't thrilled about the tickets. They were pretty spendy, even for nose bleed seats. It's not that I don't like this band, but the last couple of concerts we've gone to have left us feeling really old and out of touch (maybe its just the TOOL fans, and the smoke and 'stuff' going on in the rows around us - we always run into one {or more} of Steve's clients - one guy was even suppose to be on house arrest. Luckily, his clients are usually drunk and can't put his face with who he is. If they do think they recognize him, they usually give him the ol' "Hey dude - where do I know you from?". And when he informs them that he is their lawyer, they usually say something like "Oh... yeah..." and walk the other way." Last night we only saw one former client in the elevator. She didn't recognize him.)
Chris Martin is no Maynard James Keenan, but I'll give Coldplay two thumbs up anyway. And as a bonus, this is music that I could listen to in the car with my toddler in the backseat {if she ever lets me take out the Laurie Berkner Band CD}.
So, thanks for a great date night, Steve (and for never making me go see AC/DC or Guns N Roses with you, or even asking me to listen to Chinese Democracy).
{and, No - I didn't take the band pictures}