In Defense of Coldplay
Why the prideful betrayal?
The other day, a friend and I were chatting away and when Coldplay came up — she immediately bashed the band that I secretly and publicly adore. I was curious about why she had joined the legions of former fans — that admittedly couldn’t get enough of Clocks when it was all over the place more than a decade ago — when it was sensible to worship the album that became a global fiesta.
It seems that there is a long-standing movement that has been building against the British wonder boys who had me at A Rush of Blood to the Head — both the title of their 2002 follow up to the illustrious debut Parachutes (2000) — and the highlighted track that I used to assuage any guilt I felt about ending it all for the glory of a dignified exit.
2001 revealed itself as one of the most challenging months of my adult life. My beloved grandmother passed away and when the news was delivered — I was all…
