[Reposted from June 19, 2007 - Catalinaloves.com]
Even as a pre-teen drooling over Michael Jackson (I know, can you believe how he turned out?! Ewwwwwww!) I never was obsessed with a band or a singer, in particular, as I am with Coldplay and Chris Martin. Don’t worry Chris, my love, I’m not stalker obsessed. I even felt guilty snatching that picture off of Google images of you holding your baby, as I thought how awful it must be to constantly be “on”. Still, I right clicked and saved to my hard drive to look at again and again.
Coldplay has a special place in my heart the way that Madonna’s “Bedtime Stories” and Nirvana’s “Unplugged” albums do. It was X&Y that was the soundtrack of summer, 2005, and I spent most of it upstairs in my bedroom with a new baby. Song by song they won me over, after having stated, “They are too much like U2… don’t you see that their new video is just like U2??”
Slowly, album by album, they crept up behind me and took me by the hair. After X&Y, I worked my backwards through their discography, listening to A Rush of Blood to the Head and Parachutes. My students at school got tired of Parachutes and begged to go back to X&Y, and my family at home was sick of hearing AROBTH and asked to listen to Parachutes.
My Husband somehow managed to produce some harder to find stuff for me. I don’t ask, I just say, “Thank You, Marky” and listen to my Colplay that was freshly uploaded onto my mp3 player for me. So now I have a pretty complete collection of released and unreleased studio Coldplay B-sides, demos and EP’s, as well as a rapidly growing collection of video and audio live Coldplay (most recently 02/20/07 from Argentina). The live shows are by far the best, excellent quality, and my favorite part:
Chris Martin and his silly stories (like the Abbey Road Studios show where he refers to his brother’s pink tuxedo and his parents’ drunken romp in the hay).
And… for the record… if you are Chris Martin and you are reading this, you owe me ice cream! (pretty please, with sugar on top?)
