What a night

Well... the boys from overseas put on quite a performance last night. I attended the Coldplay concert at the AAC last night, and it was quite an experience.
I'll admit, I came into the show ready to proclaim Coldplay overrated, because I do believe that. I feel like a lot of their act is manufactured emotion, they can't really grab ahold of me like U2 can and make me believe everything they are saying. But wouldn't you know, I got swept up in their show last night and they had me hooked the entire way. Well done. Chris Martin has evidedntly been studying tapes of Bono and Mick Jagger, because he moves around on stage like a seasoned pro. He had the audience in the plam of his hand last night. Its pretty obvious that Coldplay wants nothing more than to be the next U2, and every song from their new cd it seems like was crafted for the big arena sound. And I suppose if you are picking a band to emulate, theres no one better than the boys from Dublin. I loved that they only were on for 90 minutes, as this meant the entire show was super tight and not a moment was wasted. The tempo was good, songs were perfectly spaced out, and they couldn't have ended it better. Here's the setlist, as far as I can remember. (Not in exactly the correct order)

Square One
Politik
Yellow
Speed of Sound
X & Y
God Put a SMile Upon Your Face
The Scientist
Trouble
White Shadows
Kingdom Come
Ring of Fire
Don't Panic
Talk
Encore:
Swallowed in the Sea
In My Place
Fix You

I am going to have pictures posted on here probably tomorrow. Gotta go study for a big test right now though.

Quick Hits

Its a slow Saturday in DFW, and I couldn't be happier about it. I forgot how much I like being home with the fam for short stretches of time. Doing nothing on a friday is stangely exhilarating.

So, I really want to sneak a camera into the Coldplay concert. Allow me to revbeal the master plan I have concocted so far:
I will bring my camera, with old batteries in it. When security tells me that I can't have it inside, I will ask them if I can just give them the batteries and take the camera in. If they oblige, I will have snuck it in along with a spare set of batteries either hidden in my wallet, pants, or a girls purse. Lets see if this works. Worse comes to worse I will just take the camera back to the car.
Wish me luck.

Whaa... Whats that?!!!

Thats...thats Mason Orr's music!!

After an incredibly long hiatus... the blog returns! (Hope everyone enjoys the JR reference above.)

Sooooo much has happened since I last wrote in this, which was back before school started again.
To make a long story short, school began, so did Sing Song, and once again Gamma Sigma Phi took home the gold. Its becomming a winter Abilene tradition right up there with terrible February weather.

Things are rolling along quite nicely in the Key City, classes arent too bad this year.
Sunday is the big day of the Coldplay concert, I am going to try and get a bunch of pictures and have them up on the blog, along with a full review. Get excited.

So what better way to kick off the blog than with attempting to descibe the force that has taken over mine and my friends lives over the past 2 months:

The wonderful world of professional wrestling.

One of the mainstays of my childhood entertainment schedule (out of the eyes of my parents, of course) was tuning into the WWF. Why, all of a sudden, have we become so enamored with it again? Partly it is the Smackdown vs. Raw 2006 PS2 game, to be sure. But my main theory is that pro wrestling is to guys as soap operas are to girls. Both are escapism entertainemnt, where for a few hours we get rrasported to a world of larger than life characters , where there is always a fine line between good and evil. We like this world where if someone has wronged you, you setttle it in the squared circle.
And please don't remind us that its fake... we are aware. But just because the outcome is predetermined doesnt mean the action is any less real. The outcome of every movie in theaters is predetermined. It may be alittle like watching car crashes, but watching these galdiators putting their bodies on the line can sometimes be awe inspiring. I dare you to watch one of the great matches from the WWF archives and not be impressed with the athletic and storytelling ability of those men.

As Andy Kaufmann puts it. "There ain't no drama like wrestling."