Until a few weeks ago, I couldn't identify Chris Martin in a police lineup if you offered me a million dollars and I still haven't listened to even 30 seconds of Coldplay.
Now I dont want to start rumours but since this AUDIOGON and not National Enquirer or Hello! Magazine, here is my "observation on Coldplay":
I was not feeling well on a flight back from New York from London so I upgraded my ticket to first class.
(Under normal circumstances, I would much rather spend the extra few thousand on audio and just fly business class, but I really felt terrible and wanted to sleep.)
To my surprise and curiosity, I was seated just next to Gwyneth Paltrow, who I then noticed was carrying her baby and trailed by her scruffy, just dragged in by the cat, Britpop husband.
She was very chatty - even a bit FLIRTY - but otherwise devoted to her small baby and perfectly polite -- at least when she was not shooting daggers at Mr Martin.
I wish I had a penny for every time Chris Martin:
1) pushed his hair back with both hands
2) gazed off into space avoiding eye contact with me and every other passenger with a cheesey "I am a famous rock star" slack jawed gaze and/or
3) STARED into the smokey mirrors on the walls of the cabin to admire himself while SUCKING IN HIS CHEEKS?!?!
All this from a guy who probably weighs 145 pounds after a steak dinner and a half gallon of Haagan Daz.
So maybe he is the world's greatest musician and if that is true, I would be happy to give him credit for musicianship.
But chemistry? Charisma? Forget it.
Saying this guy might be a bit of a Prima Donna would be kind of like saying that Keith Richards may have experimented with drugs.
Peace.