His arms were outstretched, he was so at peace with himself and everything, just so free.
I cried for everything bad that happened to anyone.
That people live in fear.
That there is injustice and cruelty, and that I take what I have for granted.
I cried on behalf of everything.
Oh God, and he sang, no one ever said it would be easy, and I knew what he meant.
It was so meaningful.
In 2003, my friend Avital went to see Coldplay in concert. It was a powerful experience for her, as it should have been. Live music can be transcendent, and none are more open to that
sublimity than the young. There is nothing to be ashamed of in being so moved. As a teenager, I had emotionally intense reactions to music just like what she writes about here. I didn't write about it, though, and I
definitely didn't write about it in LCD stardust upon the eternal ether. She did. Ten years after that concert, I met the girl whose heart once dangled from Chris Martin's microphone, and three years after that, I sent my friend
a message of affection and tenderness; I sent my friend her LiveJournal entry. The McElroy brothers, to whom she introduced me and of whom we are equally enthusiastic, read that message to the world.
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