Coldplay

[emzlilachouse]

Originally Posted by but a dream

It's so easy to fall back in love with them...

hehe it is indeed

[but a dream]

ShowShow spoiler on old piccie but HUGE

[but a dream]

LIFE in TeChNiCoLoR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Live in Munich!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Josefine]

Originally Posted by but a dream

It's so easy to fall back in love with them...

But....I didn't know you could fall out of love with them...

Originally Posted by but a dream

ShowShow spoiler on old piccie but HUGE

Originally Posted by but a dream

LIFE in TeChNiCoLoR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Live in Munich!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[but a dream]

That. Broadcast. Was. AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!

Despite cutting Speed of Sound and Yellow

[Josefine]

Originally Posted by but a dream

That. Broadcast. Was. AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!

Despite cutting Speed of Sound and Yellow

It was.....

[but a dream]

GPASUYF... Love the new guitar arrangement...

And Fix You and The Scientist were BEAUTIFOOOOOL

Lovers in Japan and Strawberry Swing = love

Politik and DAAHF AWESOME!!!

*has withdrawal symptoms already*

[Lo]

just got back from work and have just started to listen to Munich now on the website

I love the into music before LIT

oooh I downloaded it to

http://rapidshare.de/files/40592421/cp-munich.mp3.html

[Lo]

Originally Posted by but a dream

ShowShow spoiler on old piccie but HUGE

is it wrong I scrolled right then down with that pic

ShowShow story from someone who sold it to the Daily mail

]How did the lovely but hopeless Chris end up with Gwyneth Paltrow, the very epitome of a sophisticated A-lister? Awkward and humble Chris shacked up with a material girl? I still can't quite believe it.
We met four years ago when I was a 20-year-old student at Oxford and I was asked to interview his band for my college paper.
All I knew was that Coldplay were an unsigned outfit formed by four friends at University College, London; and their lead singer, Chris, had a first-class degree in ancient history. Not exactly rock 'n' roll.
I was waiting for the band in the college gardens when I saw a lone figure loping in my direction.
"Hi," he said, sitting down next to me. "It's just me, I'm afraid." I had to stifle a giggle. Instead of the cool, trendy singer I had expected, he was dressed like a folk musician in a chunky-knit jumper. He also seemed insanely excited, grinning through a set of silver braces. For a 21-year-old, Chris seemed clueless about the opposite sex.
When I asked him about the root of the "angst" in his songs, wondering if it was due to some sexual frustration or erotic tension, he blushed crimson and spluttered: "I'm too young to have had any of those experiences."
But while I wasn't attracted to him, I found his childlike-naivety charming. Chris revealed he didn't drink or do drugs because he was a "happy little chappie", so I arranged to meet him afterwards in the college bar, hoping to see him give in to temptation. Instead, he spent the evening clutching a fruit juice.
Over the next few days, Chris stayed around, sleeping in the college room of one of his old friends from home. We were there one evening, sitting on a chaise longue, chatting and drinking, when he leaned over and pressed his mouth to mine.
My teeth clashed with his braces and I stiffened but, for some reason, that encouraged him. The next second he threw his arms around me, rolling us off the chaise and tumbling under the furniture.
"I call it my commando roll," said Chris, and I burst out laughing, partly from nerves, partly from embarrassment.
We spent the evening chatting and kissing until we both fell asleep. Later I woke up feeling claustrophobic. I didn't like being so close to Chris when I wasn't sure I liked him that way. I wriggled free from his grasp without waking him and left.
The next day my friend Holly rushed into my room. "Chris was just here," she said. "He's really fallen for you, but he's not sure you feel the same."
I felt unnerved. Why had he fallen for me so quickly? I decided to stay out of his way. But a week later I was in bed when there was a knock at my door. I thought it might be Chris, so I didn't answer it.
Then I heard my door open, and his footsteps echo across the floor. He sat on the edge of my bed and stroked my cheek. "You're amazing," he whispered. I pretended I was asleep until he finally got up and left.
____________________________________
Chris returned to London and over the next couple of months I made no contact with him. Around college, however, he was hard to avoid. About 50 people I knew had bought Coldplay's first EP, Safety, and Chris's straining vocals, singing of love and rejection, were everywhere.
Word got round that Coldplay were playing at Camden's Barfly. They were expecting record scouts and wanted as much support as possible. I was curious to see for myself and hustled some tickets.
At the gig, Holly and I sat in the balcony above the stage. Two songs into the set, Chris thanked everyone for coming and introduced the next song: "This one's called Such a Rush. Sorry, Emma - she thinks it's miserable." He looked up and I felt my cheeks burn. He knew I was there and he'd let me know he hadn't forgotten.
Outside, Holly and I caught sight of the band. Chris spotted us, too, and called out my name. "That's her, that's Emma!" The boys came over. The bass player, Guy Berryman, looked at me and said wryly: "Thanks a lot. You cost Chris a lot of therapy. We couldn't get any sense out of him for ages."
Having just watched Chris under the spotlight, the subject of adulation, I suddenly felt uncomfortable staring at him face to face. "Congratulations," I mumbled and, not knowing what to say, I turned on my heels and left.
Two years passed and, while I was doing odd jobs, Chris's career soared. By summer 2000, Yellow fever was gripping the nation. Coldplay were number four in the charts and playing sell-out gigs across the country. So when I saw flyers for their date in Oxford, I couldn't resist. The gig at the Zodiac in Cowley was buzzing like a home crowd.

When Chris came on stage, the transformation was remarkable. He looked healthy and tanned, clean-shaven with gel-styled hair. With his braces gone his smile wasn't goofy any more - it was sexy.
Afterwards, Holly and I went backstage for drinks. Suddenly, Chris appeared, surrounded by screaming Japanese fans. Before I knew it, he planted a kiss on my cheek. "What are you doing afterwards?" he asked. I said we weren't sure.
"Well," he said, "wait for me." Later, Chris came back and asked if we'd like to go to a bar down the road. There was a group of us but, when we got there, Chris found a table for two away from the others and pulled a chair out for me.
Before long we were flirting and, I admit it, where before he'd irritated me, I now felt flattered. Hours passed. The tour bus had gone. Chris suggested we leave together and I agreed. We walked along by the canal until we came to a children's playground.
I perched on the roundabout while Chris pushed. Then he brought it to a halt and kissed me. It was frantic and disjointed. "This is more like fighting, Ems," he whispered. "You're like a lion toying with its prey." I felt closer to him than ever. We were alone and, regardless of all that had happened, he still wanted to be with me. We made our way back to Holly's house for a night together.
________________________________________
The next morning, Chris woke to a call from the band. We kissed and he left, not turning back to say goodbye. A few days later the phone rang. It was Chris, but this time his tone wasn't affectionate. He said he felt bad about what happened that night because it had been "shallow", that he'd only wanted something he couldn't have before. I felt misunderstood. I had been shallow before in not accepting Chris the "geek", but my new-found feelings had little to do with his fame.
Chris had changed - his insecurity had been replaced by confidence and self-belief. Fame had made him into just the man I was attracted to, just as I could no longer have him.
Two years on I have no regrets. I'm happy now, studying journalism in London, with a boyfriend who is almost Chris's polar opposite. I wish Chris and Gwyneth every happiness.
I would only feel regret if, in enjoying his new sex-symbol status, he were to lose that geeky spirit of naivety that made him unique.

Newsreel: Double triumph at BT Digital Music Awards
October 1, 2008 10.24 pm
Both the band and the website pick up awards



Good evening. News just in from the BT Digital Music Awards ceremony in London - Coldplay.com has been named Best Official Website. This award was voted for entirely by the public, which means we owe you folks an enormous THANK YOU for clicking and voting for us. Myself, Prospekt, the Oracle, Roadie #42 and the Messenger are all extremely chuffed that you like what we do.

Coldplay also picked up the Best Rock/Indie Artist award, another category which was voted for by fans - so again, a massive thanks for that.

Right, we're off to crack open something cold and fizzy...

Anchorman

[altrocker1807]

Originally Posted by but a dream

ShowShow spoiler on old piccie but HUGE

thank you dear

[Josefine]

Originally Posted by theangelthatislo

is it wrong I scrolled right then down with that pic

ShowShow story from someone who sold it to the Daily mail

]How did the lovely but hopeless Chris end up with Gwyneth Paltrow, the very epitome of a sophisticated A-lister? Awkward and humble Chris shacked up with a material girl? I still can't quite believe it.
We met four years ago when I was a 20-year-old student at Oxford and I was asked to interview his band for my college paper.
All I knew was that Coldplay were an unsigned outfit formed by four friends at University College, London; and their lead singer, Chris, had a first-class degree in ancient history. Not exactly rock 'n' roll.
I was waiting for the band in the college gardens when I saw a lone figure loping in my direction.
"Hi," he said, sitting down next to me. "It's just me, I'm afraid." I had to stifle a giggle. Instead of the cool, trendy singer I had expected, he was dressed like a folk musician in a chunky-knit jumper. He also seemed insanely excited, grinning through a set of silver braces. For a 21-year-old, Chris seemed clueless about the opposite sex.
When I asked him about the root of the "angst" in his songs, wondering if it was due to some sexual frustration or erotic tension, he blushed crimson and spluttered: "I'm too young to have had any of those experiences."
But while I wasn't attracted to him, I found his childlike-naivety charming. Chris revealed he didn't drink or do drugs because he was a "happy little chappie", so I arranged to meet him afterwards in the college bar, hoping to see him give in to temptation. Instead, he spent the evening clutching a fruit juice.
Over the next few days, Chris stayed around, sleeping in the college room of one of his old friends from home. We were there one evening, sitting on a chaise longue, chatting and drinking, when he leaned over and pressed his mouth to mine.
My teeth clashed with his braces and I stiffened but, for some reason, that encouraged him. The next second he threw his arms around me, rolling us off the chaise and tumbling under the furniture.
"I call it my commando roll," said Chris, and I burst out laughing, partly from nerves, partly from embarrassment.
We spent the evening chatting and kissing until we both fell asleep. Later I woke up feeling claustrophobic. I didn't like being so close to Chris when I wasn't sure I liked him that way. I wriggled free from his grasp without waking him and left.
The next day my friend Holly rushed into my room. "Chris was just here," she said. "He's really fallen for you, but he's not sure you feel the same."
I felt unnerved. Why had he fallen for me so quickly? I decided to stay out of his way. But a week later I was in bed when there was a knock at my door. I thought it might be Chris, so I didn't answer it.
Then I heard my door open, and his footsteps echo across the floor. He sat on the edge of my bed and stroked my cheek. "You're amazing," he whispered. I pretended I was asleep until he finally got up and left.
____________________________________
Chris returned to London and over the next couple of months I made no contact with him. Around college, however, he was hard to avoid. About 50 people I knew had bought Coldplay's first EP, Safety, and Chris's straining vocals, singing of love and rejection, were everywhere.
Word got round that Coldplay were playing at Camden's Barfly. They were expecting record scouts and wanted as much support as possible. I was curious to see for myself and hustled some tickets.
At the gig, Holly and I sat in the balcony above the stage. Two songs into the set, Chris thanked everyone for coming and introduced the next song: "This one's called Such a Rush. Sorry, Emma - she thinks it's miserable." He looked up and I felt my cheeks burn. He knew I was there and he'd let me know he hadn't forgotten.
Outside, Holly and I caught sight of the band. Chris spotted us, too, and called out my name. "That's her, that's Emma!" The boys came over. The bass player, Guy Berryman, looked at me and said wryly: "Thanks a lot. You cost Chris a lot of therapy. We couldn't get any sense out of him for ages."
Having just watched Chris under the spotlight, the subject of adulation, I suddenly felt uncomfortable staring at him face to face. "Congratulations," I mumbled and, not knowing what to say, I turned on my heels and left.
Two years passed and, while I was doing odd jobs, Chris's career soared. By summer 2000, Yellow fever was gripping the nation. Coldplay were number four in the charts and playing sell-out gigs across the country. So when I saw flyers for their date in Oxford, I couldn't resist. The gig at the Zodiac in Cowley was buzzing like a home crowd.

When Chris came on stage, the transformation was remarkable. He looked healthy and tanned, clean-shaven with gel-styled hair. With his braces gone his smile wasn't goofy any more - it was sexy.
Afterwards, Holly and I went backstage for drinks. Suddenly, Chris appeared, surrounded by screaming Japanese fans. Before I knew it, he planted a kiss on my cheek. "What are you doing afterwards?" he asked. I said we weren't sure.
"Well," he said, "wait for me." Later, Chris came back and asked if we'd like to go to a bar down the road. There was a group of us but, when we got there, Chris found a table for two away from the others and pulled a chair out for me.
Before long we were flirting and, I admit it, where before he'd irritated me, I now felt flattered. Hours passed. The tour bus had gone. Chris suggested we leave together and I agreed. We walked along by the canal until we came to a children's playground.
I perched on the roundabout while Chris pushed. Then he brought it to a halt and kissed me. It was frantic and disjointed. "This is more like fighting, Ems," he whispered. "You're like a lion toying with its prey." I felt closer to him than ever. We were alone and, regardless of all that had happened, he still wanted to be with me. We made our way back to Holly's house for a night together.
________________________________________
The next morning, Chris woke to a call from the band. We kissed and he left, not turning back to say goodbye. A few days later the phone rang. It was Chris, but this time his tone wasn't affectionate. He said he felt bad about what happened that night because it had been "shallow", that he'd only wanted something he couldn't have before. I felt misunderstood. I had been shallow before in not accepting Chris the "geek", but my new-found feelings had little to do with his fame.
Chris had changed - his insecurity had been replaced by confidence and self-belief. Fame had made him into just the man I was attracted to, just as I could no longer have him.
Two years on I have no regrets. I'm happy now, studying journalism in London, with a boyfriend who is almost Chris's polar opposite. I wish Chris and Gwyneth every happiness.
I would only feel regret if, in enjoying his new sex-symbol status, he were to lose that geeky spirit of naivety that made him unique.

[but a dream]

Originally Posted by theangelthatislo

just got back from work and have just started to listen to Munich now on the website

I love the into music before LIT

oooh I downloaded it to

http://rapidshare.de/files/40592421/cp-munich.mp3.html

I can't download it It says file missing, although I know it's not

Re the Daily Mail story. Jealous, bitter woman who didn't know a good catch when she saw one And what is your ultimate motive in selling a story about an old acquaintance with a supermassive rock star. A no one desperate for attention, no?

I couldn't care less if Chris had 20 ex-girlfriends. Jonny used to double date, but do I bother? I like Coldplay for the music and how I can relate to it.

But I do miss Chris' geekiness.

[Josefine]

Originally Posted by but a dream

Re the Daily Mail story. Jealous, bitter woman who didn't know a good catch when she saw one And what is your ultimate motive in selling a story about an old acquaintance with a supermassive rock star. A no one desperate for attention, no?

I couldn't care less if Chris had 20 ex-girlfriends. Jonny used to double date, but do I bother? I like Coldplay for the music and how I can relate to it.

But I do miss Chris' geekiness.

Words of wisdom Min

[but a dream]

Supermassive LOLness

[Lo]

Originally Posted by but a dream

Supermassive LOLness

oh my god that just made my morning (and made me love him even more) King Guy
any idea wher it was taken??

Originally Posted by but a dream

I can't download it It says file missing, although I know it's not

Re the Daily Mail story. Jealous, bitter woman who didn't know a good catch when she saw one And what is your ultimate motive in selling a story about an old acquaintance with a supermassive rock star. A no one desperate for attention, no?

I couldn't care less if Chris had 20 ex-girlfriends. Jonny used to double date, but do I bother? I like Coldplay for the music and how I can relate to it.

But I do miss Chris' geekiness.

I'll do some investigating, listening to it right now.

It was the Guy bit that made me laugh, what an idiot she is

and Jonny double date, as in 2 girls at the same time what a Casanova

Mat Whitecross is in Chicago to shoot the music video for Coldplay's 'Lost' from their new album 'Viva La Vida'. It will be based on their live performance at the 25,000-seater United Center in Chicago, shot over 2 nights, on 8 cameras, in a variety of formats. It's Mat's second music video for Coldplay after he recently directed their video for 'Lovers In Japan'. Both videos are due to be released in the autumn.

http://www.betweentheeyes.co.uk/page/news?p=2#2079

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