15-May-2009: Cruzan Amphitheatre, West Palm Beach, FL, USA

c_mitchell

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If you don't mind me asking, how much time is in between the end of the set and the encores?
 

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Friday Night: Coldplay at Cruzan Amphitheatre



Dear Chris Martin:

Thanks for the show on Friday night. It was excellent.

But before I go all gushy with praise -- which I will, I promise -- I should tell you that I was dreading your concert. Ever since I first heard your band in the early Aughts, I thought Coldplay was Too Cool For School. Removed. Passionless. Johnny Buckland's almost cyborgian fusillade of shimmering chords had something to do with it, as well as Guy Berryman's cold, efficient handling of his bass.

But it was mostly your voice. It didn't lack personality, exactly -- not like Abba or something -- but you did seem to advertise a personality that was always above it all. Never in danger of losing your cool, never willing to get swept along by whatever free and wild current is supposed to sweep a lad towards a life in the arts in the first place.

Listening to "Yellow" in my shitty Ford Taurus, I couldn't imagine you ever losing your head at the mike, the way Thom Yorke does, or even the way Scott Stapp has done on occasion. (I mention Stapp because, as I recall, you were both in pretty heavy rotation on the radio in the summer of 2000, and though Stapp was plainly an idiot I thought you were probably a helluvalot more cynical.) Well, to hell with assumptions. We weren't three songs into the show last Friday when I realized you aren't cool at all. You're blazingly gifted -- your voice is almost perfect live, far better than one would expect from listening to that new live album, which your band so generously arranged to have distributed, gratis, to all 16,000 of us after the show). Your piano playing, which you spent the evening disparaging, is also fluid and strong. But you're also a bit of a geek. And though I haven't known you long enough to say for certain, I'm pretty sure I love you for it.

I'd like to remind you of something you did towards the end of a long, hot vamp wrapped around "Cemeteries of London" (Great song, btw! Props to the drummer!). After flailing around the stage in your cute black performance getup, you made your way to the piano and made a big show of wiping your brow and breathing heavily, to underline for all of us just how hard you'd been working for the previous minute or two. Speaking of assumptions, these gestures contained two that I think are worth noting:

Assumption 1: We'd been watching you the whole time and had taken note of how hard you'd been working. Not true. You have a stage set-up that cost, I dunno, a million bucks or so. It's full of lights and glowing balls and strange CGI video projections. Plus, at Cruzan Amphitheatre, you've got two big screens bookending the stage, both of which spent the majority of the concert beaming us images of things other than you. Most of us -- and I did some non-scientific polling to confirm this -- had no idea why you were making a big show of your tiredness.

Assumption 2: People don't give a shit about the content of your songs. Well, that may be true -- and who could blame them? Do you give a shit about content? And if so, can you please explain what the hell "Cemeteries of London" is supposed to be about in the first place? But content or no content, people certainly care about atmosphere. And the atmosphere summoned by "Cemeteries," especially live, is a long way from comic. So why the aping?

I think I know. I think you think you're boring your audience, or disappointing them. I think the sight of all 16,000 of us waiting for you to entertain us makes you a little panicky, makes you wanna throw in the kitchen sink, because you're not convinced the songs themselves will measure up.

Well, Mr. Martin, they do. Those songs measure up and more. The bits from Vida la Vida -- and especially "Cemeteries," "Lost!," and "Lovers In Japan" -- were especially lovely, mysterious, and inscrutable in a good way. You should stop worrying. And you should stop apologizing when you think you've goofed up some super-complicated piano riff. The apology is way more noticeable than the fuckup, and you're still a helluvalot more instrumentally competent than just about anybody I've ever seen at Cruzan Amphitheatre -- including, I suspect, your very own bandmates.

And besides, you don't need to cater to your audience so much. You've done enough. For fuck's sake, you've gone through the trouble of creating two auxillary stages so that those of us in the nosebleed seats can get a closeup look at your pretty bewhiskered face while you deploy that heavenly croon of yours. So chillax.

I'd like to tell you that I'm gonna go and buy your records now, but that'd be a lie. I think they'd still sound too cool for school. But I am gonna make a point of coming to see you again. Seeing you flail around up there lets us view the pallor of your most affecting songs as what it is. I

t's not reptilian cold-bloodedness, but a sudden gut-twisting lack of blood in the head when you realize, dear Christ, that for some reason you're fronting the biggest band in the world, and that a gazillion people want a piece of you, and that you haven't a clue how to deliver. I have no doubt that you'll continue to come through, but I applaud your fear: It means you're no different from the rest of us. You've just got a prettier voice. That, Mr. Martin, is enough.

http://blogs.browardpalmbeach.com
 

Mimixxx

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Has this one been posted?
Coldplay Kick Off U.S. Tour



If Coldplay haven't achieved world domination by 2010, it sure won't be for lack of trying. By year's end, they'll have played every mid-to-major U.S. market at least twice, in many cases to crowds that have doubled, and they'll have done so with a handful of tunes that have sold millions.

The band's tour kickoff Friday night at West Palm Beach, FL's Cruzan Amphitheater was a dazzling spectacle by four dudes determined to entertain. This was the band's second visit to South Florida since the release of their multi-platinum 2008 album Viva La Vida, but this time Coldplay came as conquerors, reveling in the fact that they can get away with bringing the same show to the same place and still sell 16,000 tickets. In an age of diminishing sales, that's saying something.

Which is probably why Coldplay came bearing gifts. Chris Martin and company are giving away copies of the nine-track live LP LeftRightLeftRightLeft to each and every attendee of their U.S. tour. (Non-attendees can also download it for free through the link above.)



Coldplay came and conquered all right -- with almost the exact same set list as their November BankAtlantic Center blowout. It appears they're of the opinion, "If it's not broke, why fix it?" And Friday night it certainly wasn't broke.

The boys delivered each song with a bluster that was as glorious as ever. Martin, guitarist Jonny Buckland, bassist Guy Berryman, and drummer Will Champion are superstars and their contentedness is contagious, especially when they break out somber anthems like "Clocks" or "Yellow," Martin's "favorite song," during which the band dumped hundreds of yellow beach balls on the crowd. Meanwhile, high-definition video of the performance was projected on five orbs hanging over the band’s heads, showing Martin's bounding from all angles. Not a step was missed.

Even when a song called for some calm, say in "Fix You," Martin and Co. -- sporting their colorful Stella McCartney-designed marching band get-ups -- continued to bandy about the stage as if their livelihoods depended on it.

The one notable difference from their last pass thru town was their cover of the Monkees' "I'm a Believer." Before ripping into the song's joyous verse, Martin instructed the crowd to hold their cell phones high and sing along. He should have asked them to swap the song title's pronoun, too, because by the final notes he'd made believers of everyone. And two songs later, during the ethereal, piano-led “Lovers in Japan," the show climaxed as confetti butterflies streamed down from the ceiling.

But it wasn't enough for Martin, who ran for the cheap seats during "The Scientist," singing face-to-face with the crowd like he really owed them something.

Imagine having the confidence of Nero, had he grown up on a diet of Mr. Rogers, and you'll get some idea of how ruthlessly nice, bubbly, and self-assured Coldplay can be. And after nearly two hours of heart-stirring songs, you almost forget that the band is designed to rule the world. Then again, it's kinda hard to be critical when you want to hug the conquering heroes.



Set List:

"Life In Technicolor"

"Violet Hill"

"Clocks"

"In My Place"

"Yellow"

"Glass Of Water"

"Cemeteries Of London"

"42″

"Fix You"

"Strawberry Swing"

"God Put A Smile Upon Your Face"

"Talk"

"The Hardest Part"

"Postcards From Far Away"

"Viva La Vida"

"Lost!"

"Green Eyes"

"Death Will Never Conquer"

"I'm A Believer"

"Politik"

"Lovers In Japan"

"Death And All His Friends"

"The Scientist"

"Life in Technicolor 2″

http://www.spinmagazine.com/articles/coldplay-kick-us-tour
 

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Dear Chris Martin:

Thanks for the show on Friday night. It was excellent.

But before I go all gushy with praise -- which I will, I promise -- I should tell you that I was dreading your concert. Ever since I first heard your band in the early Aughts, I thought Coldplay was Too Cool For School. Removed. Passionless. Johnny Buckland's almost cyborgian fusillade of shimmering chords had something to do with it, as well as Guy Berryman's cold, efficient handling of his bass.

But it was mostly your voice. It didn't lack personality, exactly -- not like Abba or something -- but you did seem to advertise a personality that was always above it all. Never in danger of losing your cool, never willing to get swept along by whatever free and wild current is supposed to sweep a lad towards a life in the arts in the first place.

Listening to "Yellow" in my shitty Ford Taurus, I couldn't imagine you ever losing your head at the mike, the way Thom Yorke does, or even the way Scott Stapp has done on occasion. (I mention Stapp because, as I recall, you were both in pretty heavy rotation on the radio in the summer of 2000, and though Stapp was plainly an idiot I thought you were probably a helluvalot more cynical.) Well, to hell with assumptions. We weren't three songs into the show last Friday when I realized you aren't cool at all. You're blazingly gifted -- your voice is almost perfect live, far better than one would expect from listening to that new live album, which your band so generously arranged to have distributed, gratis, to all 16,000 of us after the show). Your piano playing, which you spent the evening disparaging, is also fluid and strong. But you're also a bit of a geek. And though I haven't known you long enough to say for certain, I'm pretty sure I love you for it.

I'd like to remind you of something you did towards the end of a long, hot vamp wrapped around "Cemeteries of London" (Great song, btw! Props to the drummer!). After flailing around the stage in your cute black performance getup, you made your way to the piano and made a big show of wiping your brow and breathing heavily, to underline for all of us just how hard you'd been working for the previous minute or two. Speaking of assumptions, these gestures contained two that I think are worth noting:

Assumption 1: We'd been watching you the whole time and had taken note of how hard you'd been working. Not true. You have a stage set-up that cost, I dunno, a million bucks or so. It's full of lights and glowing balls and strange CGI video projections. Plus, at Cruzan Amphitheatre, you've got two big screens bookending the stage, both of which spent the majority of the concert beaming us images of things other than you. Most of us -- and I did some non-scientific polling to confirm this -- had no idea why you were making a big show of your tiredness.

Assumption 2: People don't give a shit about the content of your songs. Well, that may be true -- and who could blame them? Do you give a shit about content? And if so, can you please explain what the hell "Cemeteries of London" is supposed to be about in the first place? But content or no content, people certainly care about atmosphere. And the atmosphere summoned by "Cemeteries," especially live, is a long way from comic. So why the aping?

I think I know. I think you think you're boring your audience, or disappointing them. I think the sight of all 16,000 of us waiting for you to entertain us makes you a little panicky, makes you wanna throw in the kitchen sink, because you're not convinced the songs themselves will measure up.

Well, Mr. Martin, they do. Those songs measure up and more. The bits from Vida la Vida -- and especially "Cemeteries," "Lost!," and "Lovers In Japan" -- were especially lovely, mysterious, and inscrutable in a good way. You should stop worrying. And you should stop apologizing when you think you've goofed up some super-complicated piano riff. The apology is way more noticeable than the fuckup, and you're still a helluvalot more instrumentally competent than just about anybody I've ever seen at Cruzan Amphitheatre -- including, I suspect, your very own bandmates.

And besides, you don't need to cater to your audience so much. You've done enough. For fuck's sake, you've gone through the trouble of creating two auxillary stages so that those of us in the nosebleed seats can get a closeup look at your pretty bewhiskered face while you deploy that heavenly croon of yours. So chillax.

I'd like to tell you that I'm gonna go and buy your records now, but that'd be a lie. I think they'd still sound too cool for school. But I am gonna make a point of coming to see you again. Seeing you flail around up there lets us view the pallor of your most affecting songs as what it is. I

t's not reptilian cold-bloodedness, but a sudden gut-twisting lack of blood in the head when you realize, dear Christ, that for some reason you're fronting the biggest band in the world, and that a gazillion people want a piece of you, and that you haven't a clue how to deliver. I have no doubt that you'll continue to come through, but I applaud your fear: It means you're no different from the rest of us. You've just got a prettier voice. That, Mr. Martin, is enough.

http://blogs.browardpalmbeach.com
pretty damn funny, but this guy seems to cool for school with is big words. :)
 

Matter-Eater Lad

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I just got home from West Palm, that was the best concert of my life. I'm a little sad I didn't get the free CD because they were out when I got to the gate.
 

Ab

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More of my Coldplay pics/porn, guys: :lol:

Yup, that's def. porn! :dead:
Thanx! :kiss:
Here are pics from the VLV 2009 Program.










The center of Brian Eno's Page has 4 postcards


Two of the four postcards


Another two of the four postcards


The back of each postcard says "Postcards From Far Away"















ENJOY!!
THANK YOU!!!!! :dead:
Awesome pix! :stunned:
Thank you, thank you, thank you! :dead:
 

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Hotel

The boys were staying at the Delano (Collins Av.). I work just a few blocks from there :stunned:
Chris had a tan. He probably went to the beach in front of the hotel. I always go walking on that beach. I wish I found out before. :cry:

Do you think they would let you go close and take pictures?
 

Dfit00

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The boys were staying at the Delano (Collins Av.). I work just a few blocks from there :stunned:
Chris had a tan. He probably went to the beach in front of the hotel. I always go walking on that beach. I wish I found out before. :cry:

Do you think they would let you go close and take pictures?
Yeah, I also realized that they were staying at the Delano in South Beach.

Did they immediately after the concert go to South Beach in their van!?
 
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