Chris Martin is a Fruit Tart

First Post!

I wanted to start this thing by talking about something timeless and important like religion or philosophy, but I got sight of the Rolling Stone cover with Chris Martin on the cover, and now it's all I can think about.

For the life of me I can't find a picture of the cover anywhere, but it's the lovable Chris Martin, staring up and to the right of the camera, with his eyes wide the way a deer's are when someone in the vicinity loads a pump-action shotgun. He's wearing that train-wreck of a jacket that makes it look like he is in an all-colorblind marching band. All in all, the image screams "I'm a joke." If only he had a quality album to use as an excuse for his farcical self-importance.

I loved Coldplay's first two albums, Parachutes and A Rush of Blood to the Head, but lately Coldplay seems to be a caricature of the sappy but engaging band it was during those first two albums. Amelie Gillette of the AV Club does a side-splitting send-up of Martin's philosophy in naming his children in her blog here:

http://www.avclub.com/content/node/82506

Martin and the rest of the boys in Coldplay really seemed to be onto something with those first two albums, but lately it seems like the time is right for them to throw in the towel for a while. In interviews, Martin has circuitously suggested that he isn't totally happy with Coldplay's output of late, and for good reason. Unlike Coldplay's sometimes muse Radiohead, who continues to thrive by moving the goal posts, Coldplay started out with a good sound, gathered up a little momentum, and went headlong into a ditch.

Martin was a talented songwriter, but sometimes that's not enough. Sometimes you have to be a good songwriter and stay hungry. Martin should spend some time reflecting on what made his previous albums good, and maybe cut himself off from his Gweneth Paltrow-fueled life of Hollywood excess. I'm not holding my breath that he can return to the form of his first two albums, but stranger things have happened.