The NME Yearbook 2005 is out now - it's the ultimate souvenir of the year in rock 'n' roll. 132 all-new pages including:
THE YEAR IN REVIEW
Oasis to Arctic Monkeys: the year's biggest music stories
SUPERSTAR EXCLUSIVES
Coldplay's handwritten Glasto diary
Bloc Party's private photo album
How Green Day changed the world
Razorlight, Monkeys, Kaisers and Hard-Fi on how to write an indie anthem
Pete Doherty: the musical!
COLLECTOR'S PICTURE SPECIALS
World's coolest man shoots your favourite bands
The Faces Of 2005 - a classic 18 page portfolio
2005: THE ULTIMATE SOUNDTRACK
49 stars pick the year's coolest records
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"a very long long long time ago i got on a train from exeter to london. i had just been to the dentist and he had given me braces; big, heavy, metal things that couldn’t help but catch the eye. i felt like a cross between robocop and the worlds ultimate nerd™. i hid as far away from everyone else as possible and tried to eat a sandwich; (which as anybody can guess, proved very tricky) all the while hoping i wouldn’t see anybody i knew. it was more than terrifying. then, when we pulled into castle cary, and i realised that this was the glastonbury train. about 50,000 of the coolest kids on the planet started getting on. ‘oh shit’ i though, as i tried to convince an old lady next me to hide under her shirt, ‘i will never make it to bristol.’
ten years later jonny, guy, will and me are standing at the back of the pyramid stage checking that we remember all the right chords to ‘can’t get you out of my head.’ once will (who is the boss in these situations) is happy that we are all talking about the same song, we walk back onto the stage and sing it with 50,000 of the coolest kids on the planet.
at the same time, very close by, even more thousands are scattered around worthy farm; watching razorlight, sweating in the dance tent, dancing at the avalon stage, sitting by the stone circle, eating some strange noodles, or walking around dressed as wizards. it is odd, wet, dark and very very muddy, and nobody cares at all. every glastonbury is special. for us this one was even more so. partly because of the crazy weather, and the fact that it didn’t stop the festival. partly because we got to headline. partly because echo & the bunnymen were there. but mostly because this time it hit me that glastonbury is one of the only places on earth were everybody is accepted; you can be 80, you can be 3, you can be bald, you can be a rasta, you can like coldplay, you can hate coldplay, and, as i wish someone had told me, you can even have a brace.
IT’S THE BEST, ALRIGHT?
p.s. happy christmas
love from coldplay
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