Showing posts with label Coldplay. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Coldplay. Show all posts

Friday, June 13, 2008

Is this man the biggest tit in Britain?


What is it about Chris Martin that means he has to behave in such a way that if he doesn't like the way interviews go, he childishly walks out of them?

Fair enough he doesn't want to talk about his private life, but he's married to a very famous actress and people are interested. It can't be helped. However, there are ways of batting these questions away without looking like a petulant teen. Has he not had any media training? Then why so surprised and affronted if someone asks a personal question? It may not be pretty, but that's journalism. Does he not know that by now?

Perhaps he's smarting about Andy Gill's hatchet job in The Independent. Cruel, but it hits the mark.

Or is he defensive because the image of Coldplay is one of sheer dullness and their music bores as many people to tears as there are those who love it? To me, it's music for people who don't really care about music. Wallpaper that if heard enough, sinks in and like Sade's Diamond Life or the Buena Vista Social Club before it, becomes the dinner party soundtrack for every accoutant in Britain.

It's unchallenging, easy fare, and not my cup of tea at all. And this from someone whose current favourite listens are Seals and Crofts and any bland US hit from 1973/74. But it's different. And you never read about England Dan and John Ford Coley trying to escape from interviews via the window.

He ends up making himself and his band look ridiculous. What do the other members make of it all? It's okay for them, as no one is intersted in what Will Champion or Guy Berryman have to say. They're not married to Hollywood royalty.

Perhaps he should just decide that if he hates publicity so much or only wants to talk about the music, then he should step out of the limelight, let the other band members take the lead, relax and stop whinging.

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