This makes me happy! :D

 

~I didn't expect to be in a good mood this morning. :P

Cue milk carton spilling. At least I hope that's the show you're quoting. :lol:

 

hahaha yes!! Good call. :happy:

New T shirts in Coldplay.com

http://t.co/nctxWj0 . --->. Fuzzy man one

New T shirts in Coldplay.com

http://t.co/nctxWj0 . --->. Fuzzy man one

 

They are available since last month :)

 

http://www.coldplaying.com/forum/showpost.php?p=4844834&postcount=37

They are available since last month :)

 

http://www.coldplaying.com/forum/showpost.php?p=4844834&postcount=37

 

 

 

Thanks!

 

Just discovered them

Roadie #42 - Blog #139

1 August 2011 4:58 pm

#42 and the great karaoke caper

 

We’re sitting in the reception of the Brisbane hotel, which I guess must mean that we finished our days in Tokyo. I have to say, I was utterly delighted last night when the immigration fella greeted me with a cheery “G’Day”.

 

That’s not in any way to say that I’m glad to have left Tokyo you understand, more that it’s actually a joy to remember that people really do say that here.

 

Japan passed in the predictable blur of jet lag and disorientation. There was a great deal of promo involved, I seem to remember. First up, a small gig in a TV studio - of which I remember only the fact that a maximum of five people at a time were allowed on the wi-fi network. As I’m sure you can imagine, amongst a party of about thirty folks far from home, this required some careful choreography.

 

This was followed by an entire day of interviews, some of which I sat in on. I watched as Guy was asked if he enjoyed Karaoke. I was a little confused when he replied enthusiastically in the affirmative.

 

“Funny” I thought, “He’s the one that’s never there when it’s a karaoke night”. My suspicions of deception were confirmed when he was asked if he did karaoke at home in London. “Almost every night” came the dubious reply.

 

Finally, he was asked what kind of songs he likes to sing. “Oh, just our stuff” - the band duly collapse into giggles and the game is up.

 

 

There’s some photos to do for a paper back home, so the fellas troop outside the hotel for a street scene. There’s a small crowd of fans who’ve assembled, having learned that the band are here. As the band all cram onto the tiny back seat of a Tokyo cab, they excitedly jump into the cab behind, presumably issuing the “follow that car” equivalent in Japanese, only to find that “that car” is going absolutely nowhere. After the requisite few frames, the band pile out and wander off, leaving their would-be tail somewhat confused.

 

 

 

The next day brought Fuji Rock festival. A quick nip up on the bullet train saw us arriving just as it began to get dark. It’s a bit of a shame really, to travel all this way to a show that has an astounding view of such a natural spectacle - only to arrive when it’s too dark to see it. It’s definitely a show where those bands on earlier in the day get a better deal…

 

The show finishes and it’s time to leg it to waiting vans for a police escort off site and a long drive home. I look confusedly around as I get to the bottom of the offstage steps and I see no cars. Once the punters are in it seems, no vehicles can come as far as the stage. The nearest point of access is a car park across a bridge behind the stage, prompting me to remark to Co-producer Rik Simpson halfway over “this is the first runner that’s ever involved a river crossing”.

 

As we slowly wind our way through the hills, I text home. The cat has been missing since I arrived. Curiously, he’s only ever gone AWOL on two occasions in his life - both of which have been times when I’ve been to Japan. Whether he’s looking for me, or keen to remind me to get some Hello Kitty merchandise, I’m not sure.

 

Either way, it comes as a relief when the phone vibrates and lights up with the words “He’s just walked in the back door”. Only then does it strike me how amazing the technology is. I’m deep in the mountains on a small island the other side of the planet and I’m getting updates in real time on the whereabouts of the cat. Touring when I started didn’t even involve mobile phones, let alone all the stuff we have now. Going away meant being completely and utterly absent for huge chunks of time. All of this stuff makes it so much more bearable.

 

That’s not to say I’m not dreading the phone bill when I get back, mind you…

 

R42

What's with the silly cartoon effect on the photos?

 

Cartoon heart, not cartoon photos :P

^ I was just wondering that :thinking:

yep. don't really like that effect except on the first photo!

I don't see anything wrong in buying Hello Kitty merch...:sneaky:

^ :lol: Isn't there another picture of him buying a different random Japanese stuffed animal?

Wait are you talking about Guy?

I know on the South Bank Show they showed Guy admiring a white stuffed animal...

Wait are you talking about Guy?

 

Yeah :D He had this odd red thing . . . it kinda looked like a bean with eyes :P

The pictures on the blog look cartoonish, it makes me think of charlie brown :P

Promo interviews

 

Why didnt we get info on what was discussed

 

Roadie #42 - Blog #139

1 August 2011 4:58 pm

#42 and the great karaoke caper

 

We’re sitting in the reception of the Brisbane hotel, which I guess must mean that we finished our days in Tokyo. I have to say, I was utterly delighted last night when the immigration fella greeted me with a cheery “G’Day”.

 

That’s not in any way to say that I’m glad to have left Tokyo you understand, more that it’s actually a joy to remember that people really do say that here.

 

Japan passed in the predictable blur of jet lag and disorientation. There was a great deal of promo involved, I seem to remember. First up, a small gig in a TV studio - of which I remember only the fact that a maximum of five people at a time were allowed on the wi-fi network. As I’m sure you can imagine, amongst a party of about thirty folks far from home, this required some careful choreography.

 

This was followed by an entire day of interviews, some of which I sat in on. I watched as Guy was asked if he enjoyed Karaoke. I was a little confused when he replied enthusiastically in the affirmative.

 

“Funny” I thought, “He’s the one that’s never there when it’s a karaoke night”. My suspicions of deception were confirmed when he was asked if he did karaoke at home in London. “Almost every night” came the dubious reply.

 

Finally, he was asked what kind of songs he likes to sing. “Oh, just our stuff” - the band duly collapse into giggles and the game is up.

 

 

There’s some photos to do for a paper back home, so the fellas troop outside the hotel for a street scene. There’s a small crowd of fans who’ve assembled, having learned that the band are here. As the band all cram onto the tiny back seat of a Tokyo cab, they excitedly jump into the cab behind, presumably issuing the “follow that car” equivalent in Japanese, only to find that “that car” is going absolutely nowhere. After the requisite few frames, the band pile out and wander off, leaving their would-be tail somewhat confused.

 

 

 

The next day brought Fuji Rock festival. A quick nip up on the bullet train saw us arriving just as it began to get dark. It’s a bit of a shame really, to travel all this way to a show that has an astounding view of such a natural spectacle - only to arrive when it’s too dark to see it. It’s definitely a show where those bands on earlier in the day get a better deal…

 

The show finishes and it’s time to leg it to waiting vans for a police escort off site and a long drive home. I look confusedly around as I get to the bottom of the offstage steps and I see no cars. Once the punters are in it seems, no vehicles can come as far as the stage. The nearest point of access is a car park across a bridge behind the stage, prompting me to remark to Co-producer Rik Simpson halfway over “this is the first runner that’s ever involved a river crossing”.

 

As we slowly wind our way through the hills, I text home. The cat has been missing since I arrived. Curiously, he’s only ever gone AWOL on two occasions in his life - both of which have been times when I’ve been to Japan. Whether he’s looking for me, or keen to remind me to get some Hello Kitty merchandise, I’m not sure.

 

Either way, it comes as a relief when the phone vibrates and lights up with the words “He’s just walked in the back door”. Only then does it strike me how amazing the technology is. I’m deep in the mountains on a small island the other side of the planet and I’m getting updates in real time on the whereabouts of the cat. Touring when I started didn’t even involve mobile phones, let alone all the stuff we have now. Going away meant being completely and utterly absent for huge chunks of time. All of this stuff makes it so much more bearable.

 

That’s not to say I’m not dreading the phone bill when I get back, mind you…

 

R42

This was followed by an entire day of interviews, some of which I sat in on. I watched as Guy was asked if he enjoyed Karaoke. I was a little confused when he replied enthusiastically in the affirmative.

 

“Funny” I thought, “He’s the one that’s never there when it’s a karaoke night”. My suspicions of deception were confirmed when he was asked if he did karaoke at home in London. “Almost every night” came the dubious reply.

 

Finally, he was asked what kind of songs he likes to sing. “Oh, just our stuff” - the band duly collapse into giggles and the game is up.

 

For a moment I thought Guy was serious about liking the karaoke :blank:

The image of him singing in one's pretty hilarious.

Yeah :D He had this odd red thing . . . it kinda looked like a bean with eyes :P

 

Oh Mukku!

Friday's Lollapalooza show to stream live online

2 August 2011 8:00 pm

Watch Coldplay's headline performance on YouTube

 

Good evening. On Friday night this week (Aug 5th), Coldplay will headline Lollapalooza festival in Chicago's Grant Park. We're very pleased to report that the show will stream live worldwide on YouTube*. The webcast can be seen at http://www.youtube.com/lollapalooza at approximately 8:30pm CT / 6:30pm PT / 2.30am UK time (click here to find out what time it is where you are).

 

Highlights of the show will also be available afterwards.

 

Anchorman

 

* Apart from Germany. Sorry Germany (not our decision).

Worldwide apart from Germany, weird!

what is wrong with Germany!!! I was at Turkey during Rock am ring and other a couple festivals and I change my proxy as German now I'm in Germany I'm gonna change my proxy again. You must be kidding me.

Roadie #42 - Blog #140

3 August 2011 1:17 pm

#42 and the global time travel

 

 

Australia, as regular readers might remember, is one of my very favourite places on the face of the Earth. Imagine then, my level of dis-chuff to find that we’d be spending a grand total of 36 hours there - much of which was spent asleep.

 

Good thing then, that the gig went a long way to making up for it.

 

Firstly we arrive, as we have at several festivals this year, to the sound of Elbow wafting through the air. We then discover that Pulp are playing - total result. I stand and watch them at stage left and find that whilst I’m happy to see them, band assistant Vicki Taylor is positively thrilled. They appear to have lost absolutely nothing of what made them so superbly wonderful in the first place and they’re a totally unexpected highlight of the trip so far. I really hope their reunion lasts longer than just the festies…

 

It’s also a special day for Mr. Champion, as he turns 33 in front of the assembled crowd of Aussies this evening.

[ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PnLKrK9mdDc&feature=player_embedded]‪Happy Birthday Will‬‏ - YouTube[/ame]

 

 

In a rather cruel twist of fate, he’s received rather unwelcome gift of food poisoning this year. He gives it a full on performance though and the drums see no mercy whatsoever. Maybe sweating it out really is the best way…

 

Later, Fix You brought us from the celebration of birth to the acknowledgement of a tragic death. There’s little that can be said about Amy Winehouse’s passing that hasn’t already been said. It’s just such a sad waste. We’ll leave aside the awful irony and just let the Aussie choir sing.

[ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tvWKMm7iKlk&feature=player_embedded]‪Amy‬‏ - YouTube[/ame]

 

 

The ride back from Splendour In The Grass is long enough that we’ve got around 5 hours before we leave for the flight down to Sydney to hook up with our LA flight. I figure that the most sensible way forward is staying awake to guarantee a long sleep on the long haul. This leaves me somewhat dazed and confused as we arrive at the airport. Myself and trainer Dan are on a different flight from the rest of the party and we seemed to have drawn the short straw - somehow arriving with six suitcases between us to check onto the short domestic flight - only three of which belong to us.

 

Not only are we asking to check in way over our allowance of baggage, but we’re asking to check it straight onwards through the connecting flight to LA. The fella behind the desk frowns and then recoils from the screen looking somewhat as though he’s simultaneously been punched in the privates and subjected to a particularly noxious odour. Evidently this is not going to be straightforward. He tries again, he wanders off and gets help, someone comes to “reprogram the computer”, still no joy. Finally we give up and agree to pick up the bags in Sydney and re-check them. Just as he slaps the tags on the first bag, another man comes running from an office in the back looking exceptionally pleased with himself. He has, it would appear, switched it off and switched it on again and all is well with the world.

 

We come into Sydney over the Harbour Bridge and the Opera House. Like many landmarks, they are smaller than you might imagine them to be, but their significance huge. For a Brit, Sydney Opera House represents “being a very long way from home”. In fact, it’s pretty much as far as you can go without starting to get closer again.

 

And getting closer to home is exactly what’s next on the agenda, via another major (though completely invisible) landmark. We’re crossing the international dateline. Given the “timezone-pinball” nature of this trip, it’s the ultimate extra ball.

 

We’re leaving Sydney for LA - where they are 17 hours behind us. The flight lasts 13 hours. So that means - yes - we arrive 4 hours before we set off.

 

I’m so gloriously overtired, that I can’t begin to comprehend it. I’m half expecting to look out the window somewhere over the Pacific and see a parallel flight with a parallel me going in the other direction. This may well have happened, but unfortunately, both of us were deeply deeply asleep…

 

R42

Lol at first vid, tears at second. Oh, the emotions...

I love Chris' expression when he realized what he'd done by releasing the balloons :lol:

Awesome post!!! (But #42 hardly ever says anything significant about the album anymore)