Yeah, clearly this guy knows enough about the band to offer an expert opinion,lol. I figured I'd post it for the sake of interest, but obviously he's seeing something that isn't there."2004 standout single The Scientist"
Oh, you were definitely right to post it, it's good to have opinions from all sides. But that mistake kinda makes...him way less credible :lol:Yeah, clearly this guy knows enough about the band to offer an expert opinion,lol. I figured I'd post it for the sake of interest, but obviously he's seeing something that isn't there.
Probably a hipster that's bitter that the world discovered his little secret,lol.
Coldplay concert: One grand mutual exchange of love
Pawel Dwulit/TORONTO STAR
Lead singer of Coldplay Chris Martin sings on stage as confetti rains down around him during a performance at the Air Canada Centre in Toronto, July 23, 2012.
Ah, why struggle against it?
I’ve been so desperate to find something original to say about Coldplay’s Monday-night gig at the Air Canada Centre that I’ve resorted, since getting home nearly three hours ago, to thumbing through a dictionary of literary quotations set on “love” in search of what professional journalists such as me call a “lede.”
This is the best I could come up with. I’ve absolutely no business invoking Percy Bysshe Shelley’s Prometheus Unbound in relation to the work of Chris Martin — absolutely no business at all, and may the deluge of justifiable hate-Tweets thusly accumulate in kind — but I still believe the following verse applies to what Martin et al. are up to on their current Mylo Xyloto tour:
All love is sweet,
Given or returned. Common as light is
And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
They who inspire it are most fortunate,
As I am now; but those who feel it most
Are happier still.
Coldplay at the ACC on Monday night was an ultraviolet-lit, confetti-spewing arena-rock love machine. If you didn’t feel like loving it and being believably loved in return going in, there were enough high- and low-tech distractions — sawing lasers, bounding beach balls, inflatable glowing objects scattered hither and thither in the stands and thousands of dollars’ worth of blinking LED bracelets handed out to patrons on their way into the venue — operating in service of one grand, mutual exchange of love that you had to allow yourself to succumb to the larger process or risk feeling less than human.
My bracelet didn’t work, for the record, but why should a single, doubting, maybe-karmic wardrobe malfunction detract from the overall, undeniable spiritual elevation of some 20,000 other doting fans? From up-jackin’ openers “Hurts Like Heaven” and “In My Place” through such knowingly “whoa-ooh-ooah”-ing, throng-acknowledged soccer-pitch keepers as “Yellow,” “God Put a Smile Upon Your Face” and “Paradise” to surrender-or-die encore must-haves as “Clocks,” “Fix You” and “Every Teardrop is a Waterfall” — and that damned “Fix You” knocks me to my knees as swiftly and as capably as any power ballad I’ve encountered during my 37 years on this planet — the British quartet worked as hard as it could to make you feel like this was, as front man Martin put it early in the evening, “the best concert we’ve ever played in our lives.”
Every single tune was delivered full at full, everybody-in throttle, as Martin bounded up and down the neon-lit proscenium like the world’s most tireless summer-camp facilitator. Every available space in the script or opportunity for an impromptu hometown slant in the lyric sheet was given over to letting Toronto know how much Coldplay appreciated — and loved — its Toronto fans for being a part of this monstrous explosion of fannish love for Coldplay and the appreciative love-in-return that Coldplay felt for its Toronto fans.
It was an ebullient, on-your-feet, eruptive kinda night out from start to finish, and that’s a tough bill of goods to sell believably on a city-by-city basis when your touring itinerary is set out in front of you for well in excess of a single calendar year. I’ve no idea how these four likeable blokes translate the Everyman-ish OK-ness of what they do together into proper tent-revival mania every time they come to town, but they do it very well. And that’s perfectly . . . OK.
This was written in an update posted by a girls parents on Facebook who got to be one of the lucky ones to meet Chris at Sick Kids! It is a public page with 2500 followers from around the world, so I feel ok sharing it!
This morning we were told that Chris Martin of Coldplay would be visiting the hospital and meeting with teenagers in Marnie's Lounge at 5pm. Only one parent could go and Sinead was also allowed. We were sworn to secrecy. We couldn't even tell our nurse. I got to accompany the girls in. It was so exciting! It was a small group. Chris was chatty and happy. He had visited some kids in their rooms before coming to the Lounge. He answered some questions and ask some as well. He encouraged one 14 y/o boy who played guitar, wrote songs and had formed a band with a couple of friends.
"We'll see you at the Juno's in a few years." Chris told him.
"I hope so." The boy answered.
"No, you have to know. You have to believe you will be there."
Then he complemented Sinead on her pink hair and asked why she choose that colour. The fact that she did it because she saw it in Shopper's, with her friend, and they decided to just do it seemed like a good reason to him. Then he sang "Paradise", which always chokes me up these days. There was a group photo taken. We were not allowed to take our own pictures. On the way out everyone got a loot bag. It was a good one! Autographed picture, latest CD, a large book of coloured pictures of the band and stories, a nice sketch pad, pencil crayons, an iPod shuffle and some other things.