Changed my mind, can’t wait to gush about Xylobands

I stumbled upon this post written by one Coldplay’s roadies.

“I love the idea of the wristbands being some multi-coloured flashing Bat-Symbol calling Coldplay fans to action…”

I love this quote. It pretty much sums up the feeling of the show. The bringing of thousands of people together by music. The excitement is a feeling you cannot contain. The urge takes over and you’re screaming, singing, moving, dancing, or maybe your simply paralyzed with awe. When the singer stops singing you can still hear a choir of voices who know all the words, singing in unison to every song. It’s beautiful, that concert unity. It’s wonderful that a room full of strangers who may have nothing in common except the band can be united in such a way. It’s an excitement that keeps buzzing long after the show has ended, and long after the ringing in your ears has ceased. Xylobands make it that much better. 

Xylobands are wristbands that Coldplay handed out at their concert to everyone. They light up during certain songs and have different light pattern settings. They are activated via radio transmission signal. There are a group of zones and each zone can be operated separately. Don’t quote me on that last sentence though. That’s just how I understand it from my blog trolling.

Word on the street is that they may light up days after the concert has ended. What causes them to light up long after the show has ended?  It’s a mystery that has a ton of fans on the internet investigating, curious. It’s a mystery that recreates the unity we saw at the concert. Like the article I stumbled across says, it’s like a symbol calling Coldplay fans to action. To share, to remember, to regain that concert excitement all over again. 

And it’s brilliant. Simply brilliant. 

More on Jason Regler, the inventor of xylobands here.

Just a Little About Last Night

So last night I went to see my favorite band ever for the first time ever. 

Coldplay. 

It was amazing. We were floor. 32nd row, but considering the stage extended to the front we may as well have been considered 15th row or so. I was so close to Chris Martin I could see his beautiful muscles rippling as he played piano. I don’t even feel bad about saying that because Taylor agreed with me he has wonderful arms… and face… and hair… I’m rambling. Marry me Chris Martin. 

Bottom line is that the tickets were 100 percent worth it. Oh yes, and I forgot to mention the xylobands… yes the the xylobands. I’d say more, but I’m waiting until I can take pictures of my concert things to blog more. 

Stay tuned for later.