I realize this is less like a joke and more like the incoherent ravings of a hoary mountain hermit who may or may not be a powerful conjurer of mystical forces beyond the understanding of mortal men but in my defense I'd been awake for 26 hours so
-
Metlife Stadium, NJ - 17th of July - 8:42 pm
--
Chris: Well Jonny I've got to say at this point in the concert I am thoroughly confused and exhilarated which means there's at least an 83 percent chance that I'll gazelle off the stage at any moment and run through the aisles thus inciting panic and mayhem and suddenly I get the feeling there was something I was going to say but now I can't remember and that troubles me and I never meant to cause me trouble. Haha, do you get it? I did a thing. Did you- What's that, Will? Oh shit, he's flaring his nostrils and pointing at me with his beard...ohhhh, of course, yeah I knew that. Okay, so I think it's about time we take some requests from the audience. You've all been so lovely and I think it's only fair that after 46 years we finally ask the greatest fans in the world what they'd like to hear. So tell us - what should we play? Shout it out, loud as you can!
Audience: *cacophony*
Chris: I can't hear you...louder, louder, louder!
Elephant Mask Girl: Play The Hardest Part! THE HARDEST PART!
Chris: What? My father's smart? Well, naturally - where do you think I get it from? Haha, made myself laugh...honestly, I can't understand a word you're saying. Hmm, how about - you! Yeah, you. In the OK Computer t-shirt, yeah. Nice sunglasses, boy! Are they getting him a mic? Ah, perfect. That's great. Now don't go easy on us. Name a song, any song, and we'll give it a go. Put a coin in the old Coldplay jukebox and watch us spin! That works as a metaphor, right Will? Pretty sure...
Sunglasses Boy: Wow, okay! This is crazy, wow. I love you guys so much, like you have no idea, you mean so much to me, I can't even- sorry, sorry! Well, uh...the song I'd really like to hear is *clears throat* God Put a Style Upon Your Bass. *winks at Guy*
Guy: *blushes* I...I'm afraid I don't know that one...
Chris: OH THAT'S MY FAVORITE! HAHA GUY KNOWS WHAT I'M TALKIN' ABOUT! *winks at Guy*
Guy: *screaming internally*
Chris: Ah yes, there he is, the handsomest member of Coldplay. He sells all our calendars with his devilish good looks. *winks furiously at Guy*
Jonny: I'M SICK OF YOUR SHIT, CHRIS
Chris: *obnoxiously exaggerated gasp* Jonathan Mark Buckland! I have never heard such talk from you! Although there was that one time back in '04...
Phil: What in the name of - what is this? What the hell is going on out there? That's it, I'm calling Eno. The Guru will know what to do...
Rookie Roadie: What this experience has taught me, if it's taught me anything, is that this band is inscrutably complex and moderately terrifying. And that's on a good day.
Roadie 42: Well, you can bet I won't be blogging about this travesty.
Will: *inner monologue* What they all fail to realize is that I am, in fact, a dragon in the guise of a man. These wretched creatures should be cowering in fear, prostrating themselves before me, wailing and self-flagellating as I laugh at their desperate pleas for mercy...and yet I'm sat here on a stage in NEW JERSEY, of ALL places, with nothing to show for it but a frustratingly ineffective fan blowing hot air up the back of my shirt. Where did it all go wrong...
Chris: Will, have you got the beat? Have you got it? Hey, Will. WILL! Okay, here we go. Now we ask you please to welcome the drumming AND singing abilities of Mr. William Champ-
Will: FUCK YOU I'M A DRAGON *transforms into the grisly yet awe-inspiring beast of ancient myth and ascends triumphantly into the night sky while Queen's We Are the Champions blasts over the sound system*
Rookie Roadie: Aaaaaand this is why I'll be touring with Maroon 5.