Soundrelief: bringing generations together.

Oh how I wish I’d been there. I’d meant to buy tickets to Sound Relief but despite hassling everyone I knew for two weeks, I couldn’t convince anyone in my life to come with me – not husband, son, girlfriends, nobody.
This was a big mistake. I should have just bought one ticket and gone for a few hours to see Coldplay perform AT LEAST.
But I didn’t. MY LOSS. I dealt with my disappointment in a signature, mature way. By sulking for much of Saturday afternoon. As I watched the telecast on TV (while sulking), husband brought me tea at one point but I rejected it. “I don’t WANT to drink tea on the couch. I WANT to be drinking a plastic cup of warm white wine in the middle of the SCG while watching COLDPLAY and touching Chris Martin’s hand as he ran past me,” I hissed.

Watching Chris Martin sing Fix You in the clip above…..the song he wrote for Gwyneth soon after they met when she was deep in grief for her father who had just died…….and then running through the crowd. Gave me chills and made me cry. The way the security freaked out and tried to chase him. And then his naughty grin, knowing he’d caused trouble. LOVED IT SICK.

My mood lifted after that and I embraced the idea of watching the concerts in my lounge room with my family. I also reminded myself what the concerts were for in the first place and how there were thousands of bushfire victims and survivors who had far bigger problems than petulant disappointment at not getting their shit together to buy a concert ticket.

So.

What was truly unique about this concert was the splicing of generations…..as the afternoon became evening, we all came together in the lounge room and rocked out. The old and the new. Split Enz and The Presets.

Midnight Oil and Coldplay. Oh man. Icehouse! Hunters & Collectors! We flicked between the Sydney and Melbourne concert coverage and at times, the choice was impossible. I danced on the coffee table with the kids. I learnt things about new bands and reminisced about old ones.

The other amazing thing was to log on to Twitter and read live Tweets from around Australia….people doing what I was doing in their lounge-rooms ad people in the mosh.

Were you there? Were you watching at home?