7/6/12: Perhaps it was a dream.

Last night I went to the Coldplay concert in Philly. Now, I should probably add that this was my first ever concert (Minot did not have a big music scene), and I was in a state of euphoria the entire night. Wolf Gang opened for Coldplay, and...ugh. No words. They were lively and wonderful. Next to take the stage was Robyn, "some shitty Euro-techno chick" in my mom's words. And how right she was. I have to admit that the instrumental, or more so synthesized, parts of her songs were a bit catchy. But her singing was not for me. All the while, I was talking to my friend Gaby, whom I met on YouTube, who was also at the concert. I finally got to meet the lovely lass and I couldn't have been happier.
Coldplay was transcendental. I wish I had the words to elaborate on the beauty of their performances. But there is nothing like being in that sea of people, singing along to beautiful melodies. AND THE WRISTBANDS. Imagine Christmas lights in July. Twinkling along to such beautiful music. And the unity and life that one feels only at such events. I really have never felt that way.
The first chord the guitar played in In My Place made me cry, and I couldn't even begin to tap into the emotional experience of it all. The night was such a buzzed blur of lights and beauty and harmony.
I've recently moved from my home of four years, Minot, to New Jersey. And since then my life has felt like a dissonant chord, out of harmony. But I found my major chord last night.
I found my melody.