coldplay_steph Posted October 6, 2005 Share Posted October 6, 2005 I hope this hasn't been posted already, it took me ages to type up! Hope there aren't too many typing mistakes. Here you go.... :) _________________________________________________________ THE PASSION OF CHRIS 15,000 satisfied customers, one troubled frontman. IN THE RECENT US comedy smash movie ‘The 40 Year-Old Virgin’, there is a scene in which two men taunt one another. “You know how I know you are gay?” one asks. “You like Coldplay.” As far as Chris Martin, the entirely heterosexual singer from that band, is concerned, this is conclusive proof that Coldplay have now become part of the furniture. But, as his follow-through frown would suggest, he does not consider this good news. “We’re pretty much ubiquitous now, aren’t we?” he muses. “It’s like we’re Manchester United, and everybody, but everybody, has an opinion about us. It used to be U2, Bon Jovi; now it’s us.” He shakes his head. “But because of that ubiquity, we’re starting to get a lot of flak. It concerns me.” This is a fairly typical reaction from the 28-year old, a man whose worry lines are well earned. Five years into his band’s existence, and with worldwide sales of third album X&Y already nudging 6.5million since it’s June release, he is more aware of the flak than he is the fawning. “I’m proud to be in the biggest band in the world,” he assures, “but it means that everything has to be fucking perfect now, if only because we have no many people watching. The pressure is huge.” Tonight’s show in front of 15,000 savvy New Yorkers is therefore of vital importance. The city’s two leading newspapers, The Times and the Post, have criticised their purported blandness of late, and the singer now wants, desperately, to impress. This would be easier were he not suffering from a temporary crisis of confidence: he says that the last time they played Manhattan they were dreadful, and that he is still brooding over their recent summer tour of the UK, in which he feels they failed to dazzle stadium audiences the way U2 do. “We are not a stadium band,” he says. “Not yet anyway. It took U2 14years to become a stadium band. We’ve only been going five.” To fully prepare for the enormity of Madison Square Garden, then, he will spend the hour before showtime doing yoga in an attempt to achieve total focus. “Wish me luck,” he says. THE YOGA CLEARLY works because, 80minutes later, he bounds onstage as if to bowl the world’s biggest cricket ball while, around him, his band are similarly emboldened, each member imbued with something that strongly smacks of new-found virility. Politik and God Put a Smile Upon You Face are thunderous and apoplectic, drummer Will Champion seemingly under the assumption that Coldplay have morphed into the Foo Fighters. Clocks pounds away until it is nearly heavy metal. Even X&Y’s most polite moments (Speed of Sound, Talk) are given the required rougher edges. Their U2-style acoustic interlude halfway through, in which all four members stand squished together at the front of the stage and busk, remains eminently charming, not just for their upbeat version of Johnny Cash’s Ring of Fire, but because Till Kingdom Come (arguably X&Y’s best track) needs absolutely no bluster at all. By the encore, the crowds are ecstatic. Chris Martin is delivering In My Place on top of the mixing desk in the middle of the arena, his pose that of an all-conquering hero, and as he then delivers a tip-toeingly delicate finale of Fix You, somebody attempts to blag backstage by offering $100 for my Access All Areas pass. Afterwards, while wife Gwyneth Paltrow and her actress mother Blythe Danner clink glasses with supermodel Christy Turlington and at least one Stroke backstage, Chris Martin is in his dressing room, still brooding. He says that tonight’s set was marred by technical hitches, and confessed that huge success is getting him down. He wants Coldplay’s next move to be markedly different, and this may or may not involve Missy Elliott’s producer Timbaland, whom they met recently and greatly admire. “I can’t say anything more because it’s a secret,” he beams, “but even if what he do next loses us some fans, it will mean that we can die happier.” His wonky grin melts, and his eyes grow serious. “And that’s what important here, right?” ___________________________________________________________ COLDPLAY-MADISON SQUARE GARDEN. NEW YORK Tuesday 6th September 2005 **** (FOUR STARS OUT OF FIVE) Setlist: Square One Politik Yellow God Put a Smile Upon Your Face Speed of Sound Low Rush of Blood Amsterdam White Shadows The Scientist Till Kingdom Come Ring of Fire Green Eyes Clocks Talk Swallowed in the Sea In My Place Fix You Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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