Coldplay's Unfaithful and the Playlist of Our Lives

“Viva la vida” plays and the infidels sway to the rhythm of “Now the old king is dead, Long live the king ! ” Coldplay’s hit addresses the transient nature of power as the couple , exposed by the British band’s “kiss cam,” embrace and sing “ One minute I held the key / Next the walls were closed on me.”

To preserve memory, the world created music. Songs, as we know, function as time markers that trigger autobiographical memories. Track by track, we create a cerebral playlist, the soundtrack of our lives.

How many times have we heard a song that takes us back to a certain time and place? Experts explain that the songs we memorize are usually stored in the frontal lobe, where our mental "discotheque" is located. But what happens when a song that once gave us pleasure now awakens a different feeling? Will the couple in the viral scandal , for example, be able to dance and sing "Viva la Vida" again the same way they did at the Coldplay concert?

Music is always there, just a click away from turning on our time machine. Sometimes, you just have to put it to the test.

I love you, and nothing matters anymore / Life has dictated it this way / If you want, I'll give you the world / But don't ask me not to love you like this.

When Sandro comes on, for example, it will take you to your grandmother's room, where you helped her thread needles and everything smelled like a freshly polished floor.

With Sui Generis, your brain will receive a shock that will transport you directly to a terrace in Avellaneda where you danced your first slow dance. There was a time when it was beautiful and I was truly free , sang Charly, and your little companion hummed in your ear , "I want to know your name, your location, your address, and if they've given you a phone number, too."

And, oh, The Beatles. All You Need Is Love will always lead you down the aisle on your father's right arm to say "I Do."

Between songs, we build our identity, the log of our travels. Until one day, "abandonment syndrome" strikes, that precise moment when you realize you'll never hear your favorite song again without losing your smile.

It can happen at a concert or after watching a TV series, like "La La Land des Fireflies." In the final scene, the protagonist (a journalist) bids farewell to her childhood friend (another journalist) with a heartbreaking, tissue-proof dance. ABBA will pull you back to the neighborhood of your adolescence, to the starry skies of the '80s, to the secrets you shared with your friends... No, after watching that series, you won't be able to dance to Dancing Queen like you did back then. Now the queen no longer has her winged cape. Like Coldplay's King of the Infidels. Now the old king is dead, Long live the king!