Yes, many fans came to the Aragon Ballroom to hear that song, "Yellow," and all the romance that comes with it. And as lead singer Chris Martin readied the crowd, he probably realized he didn't have to. They were ready since buying the tickets.
A strum of the acoustic guitar. Yes, they weren't lying, this was their song, the culmination of everything great on their debut album, "Parachutes" -- an album that even cracked into the tough American market with some success. And then a peculiar American tradition came along that evening and tried to put a damper on things.
It started with a push, at least at that juncture. Words previously were exchanged, two men and a girl. Maybe there was something there, maybe someone had too many expensive plastic cups of beer for one evening. But before Martin could reach any high notes, those two men, but probably boys, hit the floor, with punches and kicks clearly lacking the rhythm that the song could have provided.
' And as glasses hit the floor, blood started trickling, and a halo allowed for the boys' movement, the proceedings behind me soon were out of sight and out of mind. This was "Yellow," guys! No radio could do that song justice, and no excuse could ever explain why two guys wanted to ruin such a great time.
As the fight settled (the arms and feet stopped hitting my back), the combatants were awash in a sea of yellow. One fighter's attempt to look tough just looked goofy in that light, and very sad. It would be like trying to punch a disco ball in anger.
Thankfully, the rest of the concert went on without incident, even through the encore. That threesome weren't able to tarnish the smooth and youthful anguish of "Shiver." They were gone when the crowd, instructed by Martin, allowed him to perform the tremendous B-side "See You Soon." And those three didn't hear the next classic song, appearing on the eagerly anticipated follow-up (hopefully) called "In My Place."
"In my place, In my place/ With lines that I can change"
In any concert, there are a few wishes, especially for hardcore fans. Hopes of hearing "Help is Just Around the Corner" were dashed. But for the great concerts, the surprises make up for any slight disappointments. And on June 8, no petty fight could combat those star-gazing feelings.