It was definitely a pleasure to see Coldplay live.

After my exhaustive long weekend in Montreal and a demanding day at work, I was seriously in no frame of mind to be attending a concert. I was just feeling somewhat uninterested and just want to curl up at home and go to bed for the evening.

However, of course, I went nonetheless, and Coldplay definitely put on a pretty great show.

Let's start with the opening act, which I later discovered at work to be a band by the name of Rilo Kiley (courtesy of my co-worker David) Blue Mountain. It was by far the worst live performance I had to witness. The band was completely incoherent; to the point that we didn't even manage to get the band's name. During the introductions, the four of us managed to hear, "We're [mumble]......" and that was pretty much all I heard from them when they spoke.

I suspect they're either drunk or high, because I really don't see any reason for such garbage. The music was barely tolerable and the crowd was simply not grooving it-- as we witnessed the large portion of the crowd tuning out, looking elsewhere, and chatted with their friends. They simply didn't attempt to have a feel for the crowd, and their lethargic ambiance totally became contagious.

Coldplay finally got on stage at around 9:15, and they totally rocked the house. After watching many performances on the tube, I've always wanted to experience that raw energy that the band seems to amplify in its music and presentation-- they definitely delivered without disappointment.

They managed to play a variety of hits from all three albums-- with a slight favouritism towards X&Y (obviously), but I wanted to steer particular attention to their performance of The Scientist. It was just amazing-- their ability to feel the music and allow the crowd to join in and sense the way that the band felt for the song.

At the end of the song, he interacted with the audience through what I call an interpretive hum-a-long, where the audience followed along to Chris' free interpretation of tune. It is difficult to explain, but I am astonished how they managed to create that kind of intimate atmosphere in a large and somewhat detached venue such as the Air Canada Centre.

There is something about Chris Martin that strikes me when he's performing. He presents a feeling that he gives it his all-- his passion and spirit-- into his dance and song that is almost radiating.

It was definitely a feel-good concert-- a concert that you leave feeling joyful, carefree, and just wanting to spread my arms and fly. Eugene says that my urge to fly is attributed to the weed that's obviously going around, however, I disagree.

Their humble and warm presence is incredible, and it really causes people to respond, unite and have a good time.

I simply just left the concert feeling wonderful. Performance therapy is what I call it.

PS: All my pictures turned out like shit. I kind of expected it, so as a result of my anger, I will not be posting them.